Jimmy Carter almost killed me last night. The dream was rather complex, but the punch line was Carter driving this impossibly huge tractor. I managed to get myself in front of the blades of the plow. I was yelling, "Stop! Stop!"
Carter was yelling, "Where are you?" but he wasn't stopping.
Then I woke up with a jolt of fear. I realized it was only a dream and chuckled at it before going back to sleep.
The next dream that I can remember found me at the local truck stop / gas station / convenience store. There was this young woman there who was wearing a translucent white t-shirt over a black bra--an outfit obviously intended to attract attention. I was giving her some, and realized that she looked remarkably like Eliza Dushku.
I decided to get closer to see if it was really she. It wasn't, but she noticed me looking closely at her. The young woman started talking about how politicians in office are simultaneously party leaders. She walked me back to my car and told me to have a nice day.
I get dissed even in my sleep.