I don't ever remember my dreams. I had one last night, and I immediately wrote it down because it was so weird, and I knew I wouldn't remember it.
I was working at my desk. My desk was in the same place although the rest of the house wasn't mine. A motorcade had broken down in front of my house. I go to answer the door, and there stood a person in a full burqa. The woman in the burqa explained that while they waited for someone to fix the vehicle, Trump and Pence needed a place to write a speech. I offer to let them come in, so they could write their speech. The Secret Service sweeps the house, gives the go-ahead, and the three enter the house. I sit them down at the dining room table, and I go back to my desk to work. Trump and Pence are arguing about what the speech should contain. After a bit, the woman comes to me to ask if I would edit the address for them. They were taking one of the vehicles and going to get Trump something to eat. I told them I would be happy to edit the speech, and they leave.
I call upstairs to Eric (we don't even have an upstairs). He comes down, and I tell him what just happened. He cannot understand why I would even let them in the house. I said because I am a good American. Eric says, "But you hate the man." And I reply that I still do. I ask him to get my computer from my backpack. Eric asks if I am seriously going to do this. I told him yes. I look at the paper they gave me. What a mess! After a bit Pence and the woman in the burqa came back, and Pence apologizes to me saying "so much word salad." Unfortunately, I woke up then.
I am sitting here laughing, picturing Pence saying "so much word salad." It was just too funny not to share.
