"I can't tonight Hillary. I have to wash my hair."

Last night I dreamed Hillary Clinton wanted to be my best friend. We went to dinner, coffeehouses, bars, movies, parks, just to name a few. And in this dream, she was constantly trying to convince me to do more things with her. To "hang out" with her more. She became so needy at one point that I started screening her calls. Hillary was desperately seeking my approval, and while I assured her over and over that she was cool and we could be friends and meet occasionally for happy hour and an afternoon stroll, she never stopped wanting me to accept her MORE. It was an exhausting experience.

Now, this may illustrate the degree to which the upcoming primaries and election are affecting me, or it may be that Clinton is now trying everything she can to gain some momentum, even if it means invading a sleeper's subconscious. But I've had dreams like this before. Just last month, Bill Clinton and I were best friends (Hillary would be sooo jealous) and each day we would visit, often going on hikes or reading books or chatting about the world. It was a blast and I was a little sad that morning when I realized that Bill and I wouldn't be hanging out later that day.

I don't know why Barack hasn't made an appearance in my nightly dramas yet. I would really like to play golf with him. He could wear plaid pants and I could help him improve his swing (because in my dream I would of course be an immensely talented golfer) and he would smile a lot and we would end our day with a couple beers and dinner out on the deck of the clubhouse. I'm tempted to hop in my pjs right now just to make it all happen sooner.

Whether or not Barack accepts my invitation, I will continue to love the fact that I have such vivid dreams. From the time I was a small child my dreams have always seemed so real, so close. This can be both extremely terrifying and extremely exciting. I get to feel emotions and have experiences without any of the consequences. Sometimes it takes days for my mind to fully realize that a dream didn't actually happen. I carry the reality of it with me and deal with it in the same way I process my waking moments.

When I saw Hillary's face on the news this morning, I immediately ducked behind my kitchen counter before she could see me. I simply don't have enough time for friends like that.