My dream from last night:

It's November 4th, election night, and I. Am. Tired. "I just need to stay awake a little longer so I can see who wins," I tell myself. But you know what? I'm too tired. I pass out.

The next morning I wake up and the Metallurgist has already gone to work so I can't ask her who won. The internet is out too so I can't go online to find out. I head outside, looking for a newspaper, but all the vending boxes are empty - people have bought all the papers up.

I'm going crazy at this point, scrambling to find out who won. I want to ask someone on the street but no one will make eye contact or acknowledge me. I get onto the train, trying to read the backs of newspapers that people are reading. I can't find out who won and it's killing me!

After about 15 minutes I finally find out the winner.

It's Obama. Whew!

Talk about suspense between a dream and a nightmare.