I have an addiction. It's been going on for years. Just when I think I've cast it off, it comes back with a vengeance.
My addiction is The West Wing.
I've watched so much lately that I've had several dreams related to it. Last night's was the most peculiar of a very peculiar lot.
I dreamed that I was Josh, and that POTUS was coming to visit. I was wearing pyjama shorts, which felt indecent; so, I did what any normal person would do - I stripped my bed. I wrapped my doona cover around me like a skirt (taking the doona out first) and then I put my pillowcase around my shoulders. You know, for a regal touch. Then, I walked out to the living room. Then, I woke up.
That is all.
(I still haven't made my bed).