Where do these things come from?

I had a dream the other night that our whole cell group went to the White House to have Bible Study with then-President Bush. As I lounged sans-shoes on the couch in the Oval Office, then-President-Elect Obama came in and wanted to talk to me about a letter I had apparently written him about freelance writing and a research project I had done. He was intrigued and asked me to come back for another meeting. As I packed up my things to leave, I realized there was virtually no way for me to carry all of my laundry (which for some reason I had brought with me) back down the hill (Capitol Hill, I guess) and decided to stop in the kitchen for a snack with my Bible Study friends first. We made popcorn (once we figured out the weird microwave) and then went out into the hall. Our progress was further slowed when Tom Cruise emerged from a doorway humming the Mission Impossible theme. Once we were moving again, I started to panic because I realized that I hadn't actually done the research project that I had told Obama I had done, so I didn't know how I would ever meet with him to talk about it.

Then Scott woke me up and saved me from the weirdness.

I should mention, too, that in my dream, I kept thinking about what a great blog post the whole string of events would be. When I woke up and realized that none of it was real, I realized that I'd have to blog about how I thought it would have been a good blog post.