In my dreams I can fly

Last night - to be accurate, early this morning, because the dreams before I wake up are the only ones I truly remember - I had a dream in which, among other things, I had my bicycle locked up with a combination lock, and I couldn't quite remember the combination. It's the variation on the dream I've had since I was a teenager: it's final exam time, I haven't been to class in gosh-knows how long, and, even though I somehow found my locker (I think it's my locker), darn if I have any idea what the freakin' combination to my lock is, so I can't even get my book out to cram for the exam! The only thing I can remember is that there's a 42 in the combination. Which, now that I think of it, may have something to do with The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I was a geek when I was a teenager. Hold off on the smart aleck commentary; there's plenty of opportunity later in this post. And anyway, if you get the reference, you were (or are) a geek, too. So, enough.

Actually, don't hold off on the commentary, smart aleck or otherwise. Comments. Please! On anything.

Back to this dream. I got the lock partially opened, but not all the way; the lock had extended a long stringy cable that was still attached, and I was trying the combination again. Something, 42, something. Spin it fast enough and maybe the lock will think you got it right. Next thing I know - I'm not making this up, and it wasn't some deep, repressed white male fantasy thing going on - as I am struggling with the combination, I looked up and, leaning against a pole (shut up) next to me was Sarah Palin. I grinned and said "So, how does it feel not being governor anymore?" My grin, just to be clear, was because she wasn't governor and was making a fool of herself, not a cheesy, flirtatious grin. OK? OK. I'm just being honest. Hey ya.

Anyway, she said she felt great, you betcha.

To the extent that there was any fantasy involved in the dream, that fantasy is coming true. While you can never rule out any bizarre turn of events when it comes to Sarah Palin, today is her last full day as Governor of Alaska. Her resignation takes effect tomorrow. Birthers and borderline racists can swarm around the FoxNews chum that this is some fantastically brilliant plan to set herself up for the 2012 race for President (spin it fast enough and maybe the FOX Nation will think you are right), but at least Alaska's wolves can sleep better tomorrow night.

Oh, wait! Now she'll have nothing better to do than fly around in her plane and shoot. That screws up my entire rationale for thinking this was a good thing. Oy. I think I might need those blacked-out peril-sensitive cardboard glasses that came with my TRS-80 version of The Hitchhiker's Guide text game, because if I can't see the danger, it can't hurt me. Don't panic.

Regarding the lock, right after my brief conversation with Palin, someone pointed out to me that I had actually opened the lock, and I needed to just press the end of the extended cable to pop it off. Which I did, letting me retrieve my bike.