Republican Tracksuits

Mitt Romney was in my dream last night.

 

Gross, I know.

 

He was clad head to toe in a bright red tracksuit, Sue Sylvester style.

 

All the Republican candidates were there in tracksuits trying to win votes (at least they were all supposed to be there but I only really remember Romney - maybe he was the closest to me - and someone else was wearing blue).  It was a big gymnasium and really active with lots of screaming and talking and hustling.

 

At some point I also dreamed about Spencer from Pretty Little Liars holding a shirt that had hair all over it and the hair was incriminating evidence (of what, I have no idea).  Her ex-boyfriend Toby was there too.

 

At another point I dreamed that A (not PLL A) and I were at a restaurant specializing in Pacific Islands fare.  (I don't even know what the cuisine of the Pacific Islands is.)  We had stumbled upon it and were so excited because this would really help our progress on the WorldEats challenge, as right now there isn't anywhere that we know of with food from Fiji or Nauru or Tonga or the other islands.

 

I still can't believe Mitt Romney was in my dream.  Blech.