Sleep is hard, let's do politics
Oct. 17th, 2014 07:36 amI have been having strange and complicated dreams lately (another sign that my brain's not doing well; since I mentioned one yesterday and
magister asked me if there were others, I keep noticing more).
Last night I dreamed a bunch of friends and I were at some kind of political conference. And for some reason my mom was there, too. I lost her for a while when I was arguing with an LGBT Labour person and when I found Mom again she'd seen a speech by Theresa May and was enamored with her, telling me she had a lot of good points about terrorism and she was going to be the next Prime Minister.
So I had a long dream-conversatiom with her about how that was unlikely; about the coalition (because Theresa May had given my mom the impression that only the Tories were in government) about the differences from the American system that mean British people don't choose their country's leader, about the upcoming election. She didn't seem that interested in me; I think Theresa May was still winning in her head.
I woke up feeling exhausted and frustrated. I fail at sleep.
Last night I dreamed a bunch of friends and I were at some kind of political conference. And for some reason my mom was there, too. I lost her for a while when I was arguing with an LGBT Labour person and when I found Mom again she'd seen a speech by Theresa May and was enamored with her, telling me she had a lot of good points about terrorism and she was going to be the next Prime Minister.
So I had a long dream-conversatiom with her about how that was unlikely; about the coalition (because Theresa May had given my mom the impression that only the Tories were in government) about the differences from the American system that mean British people don't choose their country's leader, about the upcoming election. She didn't seem that interested in me; I think Theresa May was still winning in her head.
I woke up feeling exhausted and frustrated. I fail at sleep.