I haven't had any political dreams, even though I'm very political, but...
I had an amazing dream that myself and two others ran into Nancy Reagan and she took us to a lavish restaurant for dinner. I woke up so happy I had the story to tell until I realized it was a dream. It seemed so long and real.
...almost all of my dreams are like this: such happiness then you wake up and you are depressed for the rest of the day because it was a dream. For example:
Way back in kindergarten I lost my favorite stuffed animal and like a year ago I had a dream that I randomly found it in my bed and I was so happy, but then I woke up and went back into my depressed self, like I was about a year ago.
I think sometimes I have more fun in my dreams than in reality.
