dream report #2

Sarah Palin's motorcade was scheduled to come through Baton Rouge, along our street (as Bush's had nearly done during Gustav). Somehow, I managed to infiltrate her squad of security officers and gain access to the slick black vehicle that was to bring her through. I was dressed all in black, and wore scuffed combat boots with all manner of huge buckles and straps - no one suspected me. I was armed with a semi-automatic, but instead of using it to take out the vicious hockey mom, I set up a unique sort of bomb: When Palin got into the car, trapped securely behind the tinted bulletproof glass, a tampon saturated with liquid explosive would descend from the car's roof, and detonate in her face.
Horrifyingly violent, I know, but to my credit, I did make sure that the explosion would be so powerful as to wipe her out instantly. And in the reality of the dream, she didn't die, she simply ceased to have ever existed.
This situation is getting out of hand.