Droppin' Bombs

I had a weird dream earlier tonite. I don't remember it in all of its entirety, but: It had something to do with the Kennedys. The class I'm talking on Kennedy politics has really imprinted itself upon my mind. The dream took place in my apartment. It was dark, even though things were going on. The strongest thing I can remember is that we were cooking fish, but the way that we cooked the fish was that a woman ingested a raw fish (whole I think) and the cooked product was birthed from her later. I woke up before this happened, but I imagine the fish would have looked like one of the whole fried fish I've seen on television sometimes. I woke because some ghost (of a Kennedy, I believe) frightened me. For a few moments I believed the ghost was out in my kitchen waiting for me.