i dreamed last night that hillary clinton was in atlanta, going door to door to press the flesh with voters. she came to my house and was asking me small-talk chit chat stuff and i mentioned that i'm knocked up. she handed me a cup of liquid and said, "well you're going to love this, it's a health drink that's really good for pregnant women." i drank it and immediately started having a miscarriage. she raised an eyebrow, smiled, and left.
i wonder what it means.
