I had a nightmare about Mittens.
This portentous vision truly horrified me. He caught a flesh-mutating virus. Mitt “Amorphous Roiling Mutant” Romney went on a rampage. Tears streaked down his face as he couldn’t control the destruction. Chitinous columns erupted from his orifices as he crab-walked down Main Street absorbing, impaling, and killing innocent White people. The disease spread to his rival candidate, Balder, whom I worked for. He could harness the viral power. We fought. He beat me within an inch of my life. I pulled a Beretta. Balder tackled me and together we met death flying out the window.