Bad Dream or Telling Premonition?

This week I had a tremendously frightening dream/nightmare in which I was in a law office or library setting with half a dozen or so other educated women discussing the local politics swirling around us.  These women were wearing dresses, pantyhose, and heels.  They looked professional, albeit circa 1990.  Their hair was done and they wore conservative jewelry and makeup.

I could recall a lot more detail from this dream, for whatever reason.  Maybe becasue I woke fro it in such a sudden way.

The conversation of the dream was unsettling at best, but these women were sharing their ideas about the candidates running for office--not just the presidential race, but even down to our local school board race.  Normally, this is a good thing, but thees women were spreading half truths and outright lies about people I either know (the school board candidate) and support.  I tried, in the dream, to reason with them and tried sharing my understanding of the position each of these candidates held on public education, sex ed, and educational funding.  All the things that make me crazy--one way or another--that have been in the news regularly during election cycles.

The next thing I know I went completely postal--like, I snapped and was simultaneously beating them with my fists and shooting them with guns and hacking at them with really big knives.  As horrifying as that is, the really odd part is that slowly, as I was taking each of them out, each woman's face morphed into the face of a woman in my stake who is serving on one of the local School Community Councils yet disagrees with nearly everything the public schools are doing.  She believes the Common Core standards are part of a federal government conspiracy theory to brainwash our children into believing President Obama's every whim. She supports every candidate I detest and I disagree with her on point after point politically.  Yet, I have to deal with her on an ecclesiastical level.

Anyway, as soon as the blood and gore began I startled myself awake.  A little appalled by what I just dreamed.  And yet, on a more irrational level, I was strangely satisfied.  That makes me a little bit scared of myself.

It also makes me wish this whole election process was long over!  Now, that would be a dream.