About Hillary. And it wasn’t good. Pennsylvania is about to be the site of lots of political wrangling and honestly, I’m not looking forward to it. I really don’t know who I want to vote for.

In my dream, however, my choice became clear for a really dumb reason. I’m at a rally for Hillary and I’m in the front row because apparently Hillary and I are buds. Hillary starts talking and it sounds like normal Hillary, but then she says she wants to bring out someone special that she’s been spending a lot of time with to speak on her behalf. She whispers to me that this is why she hasn’t been able to do much with me lately. So this sort of round guy comes out wearing khaki pants and a yellow plaid shirt. And he starts talking and it turns out he’s an evangelical Christian. I go running from the room backstage, where Hillary corners me and goes all high school on me, something about how I should stand by her no matter what, blah, blah. And then she’s crying and I leave, thinking there’s no way this woman can be president.

My friends catch me after this and are describing how wonderful Hillary is and how they’re definitely going to vote for her. I try to explain about the plaid shirt man and the weird interactions backstage, but they don’t get it. They didn’t see that the guy was evangelical or believe that Hillary could behave like a 16 year-old.

Maybe it’s a cautionary tale about the flim flam of these rallies or maybe it was just a weird dream.