I had a dream about you. You were a lone candle on a barren vanilla cake and I was the mighty breath sent to extinguish your light. I felt like Gods wrath coming down to destroy the Illuminati while you probably thought I was the Satan coming to snuff out the light of the world. And the spectators who were gathered around the spectacle probably thought it was all one big party as they stood still like mindless zombies singing Happy Birthday.

I had a dream about you. You were being hung. I had a sword in one hand and a stool in the other. I couldnt decide which one to use so I stood on the stool and threw myself on the sword. It was the least I could do to protest capital punishment.

I had a dream about you. You looked like you but you also looked like a mannequin. And I looked like me but I also looked like a mannequin. Between the two of us we were too fake even for Hollywood. And as such we were forced to reside in Washington DC.

I had a dream about you. We were ice fishing in my freezer. I caught a few cold beers and you wondered if we should drink them or throw them back because they were babies.

I had a dream about you where you were an economic hero. So is the real life you like the dream you Answer this question If Paul Krugman and Ben Bernanke were about to die and they only had 59 seconds left and you could only save one would you take a minute to think it over

I had a dream about you last night. I could fly. I was going to use this power to impress you but you were too heavy to carry so I won you over with my personality instead

I had a dream about you last night.. you were holding a pine cone and introducing him as Gerald.

I had a dream about you. You were wearing Sylvester Stallones sneer as pants but his lips were saggy on your legs so you had to wear a mustache as a belt.

I had a dream about you. I was sitting on your couch relating my succession of ideas on subconscious influence. I asked you what they meant and you told me that free associations were a bad way to advance my political career.

I had a dream about you. You were an escalator and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite and I thought I was as ostrich because I hadnt figured out how to put the fly in flight. One day you broke down and then you saw that you and I werent so different after all.