So I hit the bed early, 7 PM, only to wake about 10:30 in a nightmare. Somehow the Probate office dropped off election polling supplies and I didn’t realize until a voter knocked on my front door!! A nightmare does not have to make sense. But somehow in the bad dream, I tried to “open the poll” in my house, alone, while voters showed up. Then after a few scenes, I just woke up. Dreams are fleeting things and it has been a long time since my old “nuclear war” or “Grandmother’s printing press at elementary school.” Just this one is new and timely as a runoff election in 3 days. NOTE TO SELF: hot Krispy Kreams to poll workers Tuesday morning. Bob Wilson
