Dreams

I had the strangest dream last night. My friend Gail was running for mayor (city unknown); I was the editor of the local newspaper. She promised me the job of school superintendent if I helped her get elected.

She won, but in order to get the school job, I had to prove to her husband Chuck that I could rescue cats drowning in their pool (they really have a pool, and in life, Chuck is allergic to cats).

I rescued the cats and passed Chuck's test. Then I woke up, so I'll never know what I wore to the inaugural ball, how I decorated my new office, or whether Gail ran for a second term.

So many questions, so many wet cats, too few hours of sleep to resolve these pressing questions.