I literally just woke up from the following dream this morning:

I was wandering aimlessly around New York City on a Saturday night for reasons known only to God. I mean, it's not like I live there, but I was visiting, and I seemed to be just wandering around with a bunch of other people who had just gotten out of some event. As I did, I wandered into yet another event I saw other people walking into, some kind of food-tasting party that was a pay-what-you-can benefit for some sort of women in burqas and their children in some other country. Most of the food was different kinds of dips, which you could sample on tiny nacho chips, but there were also some Mexican egg rolls or something like that for more substantial food.

The purported flavor of some of these dips was rather strange, like the Botts' Every Flavor Beans in Harry Potter. I remember someone standing there pushing a chip on me, saying to me "You've got to try this one...it tastes like chin." I thought "Why do I want to try something that tastes like someone's chin?" But they were pushing it on me, so I tried it. Sure enough, it tasted like someone's chin. I think another one was supposed to taste like frog. Yum...

Anyway, I had tried a few of the dips and just made my donation (this is weird...for some reason, I paid in two $5 bills, and they were blue Canadian $5 bills because Canadian money was for some strange reason all I had on me) and was milling around in the crowd about to hit the Mexican egg rolls when who did I see walking through their midst, surrounded by his posse, but one Mr. Rudy Giuliani.

There must have been some kind of alcohol at this party too, although I don't remember drinking any, because, in a really bold, wicked and naughty mood, I screamed "Hey! It's 9/11!" and disappeared from the room before he could see who said it.

Shortly after that, while drifting off into a fantasy of what it would be like if Keith Olbermann mentioned this incident on the following Monday's Countdown show, I woke up.

Damn, I didn't even get to the Mexican egg rolls.

I think this is the first time a presidential candidate has shown up in my dreams. And of all of them, who do I get? A Republican!

At least I had my say before waking up.

I have heard it said by some that eating or tasting things in a dream is meant to impart some kind of knowledge.
The two Canadian dollar bills may have something to do with it.

Maybe in my dreams, Rudy won't win the election.

As for tasting things in my dreams, usually I wake up before I get that far. Same thing here...I woke up before I got to the really good stuff. Dip that tastes like somebody's chin? Yeah, I got to taste THAT. :puke:

For some reason, I've dreamt about three times about seeing Richard Nixon on some form of British public transport. On the most dramatic occasion, I dreamt (this was when he was still alive) that he and Kissinger suddenly dropped dead on the platform of Wimbledon Park tube station, and there was a HUGE commotion, with media, police, etc. all zooming in! I also dreamt in early 2004 that I had just heard that 'the Democrats won, and got the votes of 30 out of 50 states' - if only!

but you heard "chin".

Hmmmmmmm? Am I right? Hmmmmmm?

:rofl: