A Dream Reefered

So, OK, this is the craziest dream...but there are more, including one where Mandy's on Clinton Street was a strip joint. That's nothing compared to this though...

I am getting dressed in a suit for some reason, but in my bed is Colin Cowherd from ESPN Radio. He's a material-thief who hates Michigan.

So I am berating him the entire time I am getting dressed, and he is defending himself with the flawed logic that only his idiocy can provide. I've had enough, so I punch him in the face as the phone is ringing.

I get the phone after punching the douche in the face and it's my Senate page calling me to tell me the vote is today, and not to miss it...That's right, your Senate Rep from New York is no other than Kevin King, who just assaulted an arrogant, mis-informed material-thief.

I walk out the door with that talent-less waste of a microphone (can ya tell I HATE Cowherd?) chasing me out the door, whining in the way that anyone who has ever heard his show knows he can whine. I closed the door in mid-whine however.

Waiting for me in the hallway were Hillary Clinton and Kansas Senator Sam Brownback. There aren't two more diametrically opposed Senators then Clinton and Brownbeck, but hey, it's a f'd up dream, what do you want from me?

We walk outside and my normal parking lot is a swamp. I grab a stick and we all start wading through the swamp together, seemingly towards the senate vote. I assume my condo building is in the D.C area?

Alligators abound in this swamp apparently, so I tell Sammy B and Hill to piss off and I start to fly, but not in a plane. I physically flew, as a bird, to the Mall in D.C to get to my vote or my offices, or who the hell knows where, on time.

Who do I run into on the mall? Barack Obama! So Barack puts his arm around me and we walk to the vote together. Before we get into the hall where the vote is, there is a reception, and all the players are there. Teddy Kennedey, Chuck Schumer, and I remember Joe Lieberman.

Barack orders a Grey Goose and cranberry and goes into the other room to grab food.

That's the dream, there was no follow up, but what the hell???

I would describe the strip club dream, but it gets a little disgusting.

That's my boy: