Floating Foam

I received my sample voting ballot yesterday, which I previewed late last night with a standard amount of excitement and dread. After reading through the propositions, I yawned and set the ballot down on my nightstand.

And then I had a very unusual dream…

I was waiting for the bus, when a man on a motorcycle pulled over and offered me a ride. He was wearing a helmet that was painted to look exactly like a bald head. I thought it curious.

I climbed into the side car and we sped away.

I told him he could drop me off in Davis, near my university job.

He said, “this bike doesn’t do Davis,” and motored us, instead, over to the Ranch Kitchen, a breakfast diner in North Woodland.

We split a Denver omelet.  He ate all of the hashbrowns and toast.

“I need you,” he said, wiping the ring of grease from his mouth.

“You always have,” I replied with a dream-confidence even I found surprising.

“Will you be my running-mate?”

“I’ve already made bumper stickers,” I answered, whipping out a stack the red, white and blue adornments.

He took one from me and looked it over, smiling.

“They’re just right, like me,” he declared.

“They’re many left, like me,” I responded.

I looked over the bumper sticker, seeing it really for the first time.

The bumper sticker read: “Rexrod/Foam 2008 – What You Want, What You Need.”

I woke up in a shivery sweat.

*I believe Yolo County Supervisor Matt Rexroad should change his last name to Rexrod because it sounds so badass.