Hooray for Dreams!

This morning's dream was delightfully wacky as well.  It started back at Battlestar Galactica night, just some guys hanging out at my place watching sci fi.  Then, the twist comes unexpectedly: Jordan is the president of the United States and needs to go give the state of the union address.  So, we go to his house, which is really my grandma's old house, where we pull out a projector to CNN and get ready to cheer him on.  We treat the event like a sporting event, cheering for everything he says.  That was the strangest part of the dream, and the rest is just added silliness: like Jordan's sisters that were suntanning in the basement with their friends and wouldn't leave, or how I got hungry and found a loaf of bread in the DVD rack.  I asked if I could toast the loaf, and my dream cut to a scene of two pieces of bread fighting to the death.