Aeronautic Primates and Other Delights

I had this dream last night that an African-American (unseen) ascended to the Presidency and this wheeler-dealer woman in Washington (think Lola from Damn Yankees in a pants suit) decided to get in good with the new President's teenage daughter to manipulate policy by proxy. She sang this absolutely dum-dee-dummable song (it was too fast-paced for humming) about how she had exactly six friends, never more, and that the First Daughter was so very lucky to be one of them because that meant somebody else had to be dropped, so don't waste this opportunity, because "this is how the world works" (I'm pretty sure that was either the title of the song or the line that rhymed with the title of the song). Stick with me, etc, etc.

It was awesome. And I couldn't help thinking while I watched this that it was such a great, classic Hollywood tune and that I absolutely had to remember it when I woke up.

Some other things happened. A less memorable introspection number by the First Daughter. Wheeler-Dealer set up a meeting with the Queen of England. They ate dinner on one of those inside balconies you see at some of the bigger hotels. While First Daughter fumbled her protocol (all part of Wheeler-Dealer's plan), Wheeler-Dealer jumped to the next balcony, where she met with a disgraced Senator (the "friend" who was dropped in the first song to make room for the First Daughter), who told her that he saw through her plan and that he'd stop her. He was clearly in love with her, but he was stopping her because he was also still basically a good person and couldn't stand seeing someone else get used.

Then there was some business about 1940s-style hardtop cars on country gravel roads.

When I woke up, it was in another dream. I tried explaining the previous dream to someone, but I said that I couldn't remember. And whatever you believe in dreams becomes true and I honestly can't remember either of the songs or even their tunes. And it makes me really sad.