Two strangest dreams, actually. In one, Mario Cuomo was giving a speech in my hotel room (at some fancy resort - we were there with friends). He brought his own lectern and everything. I got annoyed with his being there and we got into a big shouting match. It wasn't about policy; I just wanted him to go. I was quite riled up. I think I managed to get to the steam room eventually, but that's less strange.
In the other, we were hosting a dinner party (it wasn't our house, but it was - you know how dreams are), when Sue brought out a big box of pregnancy test sticks. All the women (and one guy - to be funny, I guess) took the test and everyone announced that they weren't pregnant. (Nobody had left the table, but the tests were taken non-explicitly and without peeing - again, you know how dreams are.)
I wonder what babies dream about. Nothing makes sense to a baby; do their dreams make even less sense than that?
