There's a rustling coming from my attic. As I approach to investigate, I notice the attic is dripping.
I climb up the ladder to the attic, and discover that Arnold Schwarzenegger has just finished installing a new toilet for me.
Arnie smiles, but says nothing. He demonstrates: the toilet works now, no leaks! As the flush completes, Richard Nixon begins speaking on radio, telling me about all the great features of this new toilet.
That's weird, I say to myself. I thought Nixon was dead.
I have no idea what this means. I've dreamed about sports before, but never politics. This blog is doing strange things to me.