You Know the One...

Do you ever have that dream where you're visiting an old friend in Boston, and you're hanging out on his high-rise balcony enjoying the view of the city when all of a sudden the city comes under attack by aliens and you flee down into the extensive below-ground area of the building, and you find out that the aliens have infiltrated the building and are infecting people zombie-style, and then the next thing you know you're in a group--including President-elect Obama--that makes it into what you think is a "safe room," and the president-elect takes to a stage in the front of the room--flanked by some of his key staffers--in order to address the group, and then it becomes eerily apparent that he and his staffers have become infected, and the song "Thriller" comes on and the president-elect and his team break into an MJesque choreographed dance, and then you resign yourself to the idea of being a zombie and allow the person standing next to you to chop your head off with a sword?

Me too!