I had a really weird dream last night in which I had dinner with Mitt Romney.
Misty and I were with three friends in Huntsville getting ready to visit someone in the hospital. It was around 11:30 at night, and before we went to the hospital we stopped to eat at Chick-fil-A. The restaurant was across the street from UAH, and it was about the size of The Varsity in Atlanta, with a number of different rooms for seating.
One of the rooms was set up like a small art gallery, but instead of paintings, framed newspaper front pages from historic events were hanging on the walls. Mitt Romney was in the newspaper gallery room looking at the pages and remarking about why he thought certain events were particularly significant. Someone in our group invited Romney to join us for dinner. He ended up sitting across from me, and as we chatted I thought to myself, "He's really a nice guy. He comes across as so much more down-to-earth in person."
Finally it dawned on me, "I'm sitting across the table from a candidate for President of the United States! I've got to take a picture of this and post it online." But when I pulled the phone out of my pocket it had a jewel-encrusted case with unicorns on it. "This isn't my phone," I thought.
Then I woke up.