Yeah, I know. It’s pretty great. This is how I did it. I dreamed that an old friend and I were at her trailer and we fixed a lot of good Kentucky food, including barbeque, which we served to Mitt Romney, then I told him some hard-hitting facts like that in FDR’s time the superrich had to pay a 98% tax rate and that’s what made the 50’s and 60’s so great for the average person-that some people didn’t have extreme wealth while others had so little. Then I said, “If you had grown up here in this trailer, would you be where you are today?” So, what with the great food and clever arguments, he saw that I was right. I felt pretty good about it all.
Then I dreamed about this gothic church and how I couldn’t wait to go see A Christmas Carol performed there. Not sure how that fits into the overall scheme of things, but I guess I am just looking ahead. Told you I was going to share my dreams with the world-they are so totally worthwhile.