Last night, in a calculated and methodical fashion

I dreamt that John Kerry and Ted Kennedy were brothers, and Ted Kennedy's maiden name was Ted Kerry. And this was a big secret that nobody was supposed to know.

Also, there was a man in my dream who was missing his right hand, and in its stead, nailed into the stump, was a small stool that doubled as a prosthetic hand. When this man needed a rest, he would simply swing his prosthetic stool underneath him onto the ground and have a seat. He had a whole set of different stools he used interchangeably, from shiny black metal stools to ones with urbane walnut legs and elaborate latticeworks.

That is a kickass idea. I'm going to patent it right now.