Dreams: I went into a bar or cafe that was filled with mismatched chairs that were stacked in disarray. Wicker chairs, settees, chairs with caned seats, bentwood rocking chairs - they were piled up almost to the ceiling. I was struggling to pull one out of the pile so that I could sit down when I noticed JFK Jr. reclining across several pieces of furniture a few levels up in the heap. He said my name and moved to help me disentangle a chair. I started to sit down and then realized there was no good reason he should have known my name. I asked him how he knew who I was, and all I received in return was a mysterious smile as he turned to walk out of the building. He was not wearing a shirt.

A few years ago when Bill Clinton was in his first term and I was staying at the beach with my family, I had a dream about him in my bedroom. He was only wearing white briefs. I do not recall ever having had a similar dream about a Republican.