We Had an Icky Dream Last Night
When you live in Washington and spend all day blogging about politics, it's only a matter of time before it starts to affect your dreams. Once this starts happening, abandon all hope; you're trapped inside the Beltway.
One of us had the following IM conversation with a Wonkette operative (a Washington insider who also has D.C. dreams):
wonkette: So what's new and exciting?
operative: well, you were in my dream last night. weird role you played -- not sketchy -- just weird.
operative: Apparently, Bob Schieffer died, and you called me up to tell me.
wonkette: Interesting... What else do you remember?
operative:I was sad that he died. I liked Bob Schieffer.
wonkette: He has been around for a while -- isn't he like ancient?
operative: Yes. Smaller in person, very cuddly. Small, frail. Like a bunny.
Then the conversation turned to our D.C. dream:
wonkette: I had a weird dream too -- I dreamt that I met Harold Ickes.
wonkette: And I was terribly excited to be meeting him. But the dream Ickes looked nothing like the real-life Ickes.
operative:what did he look like?
wonkette: He was more heavyset and older than the real Ickes, and he was wearing this ill-fitting, ugly beige suit.
operative: yeah... not the real Harold Ickes
wonkette: I haven't been at this for that long, but I'm already having dreams about Harold Ickes. This is disturbing.
Disturbing indeed! There must be a name for this syndrome. Given all the other crap that has made it into the DSM, surely having dreams about Harold Ickes qualifies as something...