Subconscious Musings

Sad, but true gentle readers, even my subconscious veers into the political. Yesterday, I read this great article from The New Yorker about Keith Olbermann. It is a long piece, but I enjoyed it and it must have planted the man in my head because last night I dreamt I was hitting on him in some apartment as we were putting away groceries. Later in the same dream, Tim Russert appeared, we had a conversation and when he left I said, 'Bye Uncle Pete.' In my dream as soon as I said that I knew that his name wasn't Pete, it was Tim. And of course I don't really have an Uncle Pete. Random.

I am not a dream expert, but I do think this is a rather curious one.