A strange dream

I had a truly strange dream last night.  I dreamed that I was singled out for a TSA pat-down.  I went reluctantly, telling them that I sing when I’m nervous.  (This is not true in my waking life, by the way.)  As they started to pat me down, I started to sing The Star-Spangled Banner.  The more they patted, the louder I sang.  And since this was a dream, I was singing in tune.  Gradually, all airport noise around me stopped, and everyone started singing The Star-Spangled Banner with me.

Then I woke up.

A tuneful protest?  An acknowledgment that this world of invasive physical searches is, of necessity, the new American way?  The result of too much Haagen Daaz Chocolate ice cream at bedtime?  I honestly don’t know.  I pass it on to you for what it’s worth.