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Another election dream
Nov. 22nd, 2008 01:10 pmThis one wasn't about McCain, so maybe this dream-theme is winding down. Again, very realistic, though my dream-self's emotional state was ramped way up.
I was seated at a table in some sort of dining hall with my parents, talking about the election. (In real life, I haven't spoken to them since October, and I've been thinking lately about how this inevitable conversation might go.) The flow of conversation led me to describe an effect that really touched me, how a lot of right-wing bloggers seemed to go through a kind of soft transformation through Obama's acceptance speech. I started to describe how even Charles Bloody Johnson made a post asking his readership of frothing, tail-chasing hyenas to chill out and soak in the moment of transcendence that their country had just passed through, electing a black president.
All this is true. In my dream, however, I couldn't actually express any of this, because I was spontaneously overcome with emotion, and began choking back tears. Other conversations around us ceased and strangers turned to look as I tried to describe this, but I was completely breaking down. I woke up on the verge of crying.
I was seated at a table in some sort of dining hall with my parents, talking about the election. (In real life, I haven't spoken to them since October, and I've been thinking lately about how this inevitable conversation might go.) The flow of conversation led me to describe an effect that really touched me, how a lot of right-wing bloggers seemed to go through a kind of soft transformation through Obama's acceptance speech. I started to describe how even Charles Bloody Johnson made a post asking his readership of frothing, tail-chasing hyenas to chill out and soak in the moment of transcendence that their country had just passed through, electing a black president.
All this is true. In my dream, however, I couldn't actually express any of this, because I was spontaneously overcome with emotion, and began choking back tears. Other conversations around us ceased and strangers turned to look as I tried to describe this, but I was completely breaking down. I woke up on the verge of crying.