Dreamscapes

I had a lively night of dreams last night. I blame the Provigil, which I've been taking the full dosage of lately since I've been getting up extra early for work.

I won't bore you with the details, since dreams are frequently less entertaining in the retelling - but I will supply you with a cast of characters, roughly in order of appearance:

• A small, hug-wanting, talking gorilla.
• The two people who belonged to the gorilla (in a non-binding way)
• Various heist-bungling henchmen
  
• A very small, and very still, kitten
• My Nevada-mountain travelling mother (do they have mountains in Nevada?)
  
• My brother
• A Suspicious Character who had taken up with my mother
• Two small children who may or may not have been my nephews

Quite a cast, ain't it?

Politics

Hello again. I'm writing a short post now, mainly because I just told a friend of mine about this blog, and I feel like he should have something fresh to read, if he so chooses. And it's been a while, so, you know, it's probably time.

I'm excited about the primary process going on right now (yes, another post not about MS or karate). I was primarily just amused when the Democrats started stirring right after the 2006 Congressional elections - amused because it seemed so clear to me that everybody was so antsy for 2008 that they just couldn't wait, they had to get started RIGHT NOW. But now that it IS 2008, I've decided it's late enough that I can start paying attention.

I'm supporting Obama, as people close to me undoubtedly know. I trust him instinctively, in a way I've never trusted a politician before. But even more than that, I'm so psyched that we're having a real election, with real Democratic candidates, and it's looking like whoever is the nominee has a good chance of winning. Things could change, the GOP could still take us down (much to the delight of my grandmother) - I feel anxious that this could still happen, and I don't want to get too optimistic lest I just end up disappointed. But it feels so refreshing that America is within reach of breaking free of the drudgery and constant disappointment that has been the last 8 years. It reminds me a little of the allegory of the cave - the version my college psychology honor society favored, with the guy who found the sun coming back to acclaim rather than murder. Yes, it's embarrassing (and kind of hilarious) that a college honor society would get the ending of the allegory of the cave so completely wrong - but I do like their version better, I have to admit.

Ok, now I have to get back to work.