If one needed corroboration that pre-conscious symbols inform such computational things as voting, here is a fresh delicious whopper for you.
Also, a lovely testament to dreams. No matter how much has been said about them, it is hard to get the final word on just how odd, rich and perfect they are.
I Dream of Barack
I Dream of Hillary
Sample:
126. Female Nanny From New England
95. Librarian At A Public School In New York City
I met Barack in the West Village while he was campaigning. We made out all over the city and he was a very good kisser. His campaign staff, who were totally unphased by this, prevented Michelle and the media from finding out. Turns out Obama was quite the ladies' man. Everywhere we went, women flirted with him openly and thanked him for past good times. I was so thrilled to be with him, I didn't even feel jealous, just lucky to have had him for a day and possibly as president in the near future.
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