Boy, did I ever! I dreamed that we were all hit by a "stupid beam" and elected a TX cheerleader to the White House... then he ignored a warning about an impending attack, and after that happened, we went off to war with the wrong country entirely! Is that crazy, or what? Then the dream turned really dark, with me imagining that the US had become some sort of weird torture state, where everyone's phone was tapped, and people who tried to speak out about it were rounded up and kept in cages called "free speech zones..."
Yeah, that was a crazy dream! I have to stop eating "Freedom Fries" before going to bed....
Hello? What? That was the last eight years? Really? Uh.. okay... thanks!
(Twilight Zone theme in and under...)
Number Two: Conform, Number Six! Conform!
Number Six: I will not be stamped, filed, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered! I am a person.