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"Would you like to meet Hillary?" my mother said proudly , bringing her over. Smiling, Hillary extended her hand, but I just said: "I think you're a b....." Everyone gasped, but I had decided this couldn't be real cause Hillary was in her bra. (Ha, for once it was not ME underdressed.)

I said, "I'm leaving this convention and I'm not coming back." No one cared; as I left they were watching a big screen high-budget movie glorifying Hillary, where she resembled a movie star, 30 years younger. Obama stood on the stage with her looking modest.  

I woke up with my heart pounding.

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In late 2003, a couple weeks before the Iowa Caucus, I had a dream that Howard Dean had collapsed while speaking and was in a coma. No one knew why, but foul play was suspected.

I woke the next morning (in the dream) to hear on the radio that Dr. Dean had died. I was stricken with grief.

Then I woke up for real, very disturbed. A few weeks later it actually happened (sort of).
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I've also dreamed that I was trapped in a submarine with John Kerry. And I won't even mention the one where I sucked Bill Clinton's thumb, because Dear GOD, I am NOT proud of it.

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