• I’m in a dark room with Dick Cheney, who’s wearing sort of an Elmer Fudd hunting getup. [I'm not making this up, I really dreamed this]. He’s sort of sweating and nervous, not the cool, arrogant, leader of the shadow government we know and love. Someone comes in, and he recoils at the sunlight. It turns out that he’s wherever I am because he came to get help from a friend, because on a hunting trip, he was bitten by a werewolf, and now he’s a werewolf. [It now occurs to me that it should have been a full moon he's afraid of, not sunlight, but it made cinematic sense in the dream]. Well, someone finally opens a window, and that’s it. Hair sprouts, and he becomes more animal than man. He begins going on a rampage, and turning the entire city [here's where it gets a little cartoony] into werewolves. It turns out, I’m sort of like Batman [ok, a lot cartoony], but sometimes I’m also Robin. The Batmobile can fly. Various scenes of chasing werewolves ensue. It all comes down to a showdown at city hall. But I woke up.
• Iran has launched a nuclear war. [My dreams are not usually this topical, I promise]. Harvard Square is partially underwater. We have to swim to get to the Brattle Theater. Somehow, we don’t mind. It’s a beautiful day, and it’s spring.

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