I dreamed there were powerful men who slept a drug-induced sleep in my parents’ bedroom. I moved between our waking world and their dream world to see what they were up to. In their dreams, they had unlimited power and exercised it at every opportunity. I was carefully deferential in that world, so as not to arouse suspicion. Back in our waking world, we tiptoed around them, knowing they’d be angry if they woke. Anyone would be angry, to lose the illusion of so much power.
I think perhaps Congress has been having my dream too.