My dreams have political undercurrents.

Last night I dreamed that I was in a Hunger Games sort of competition, only instead of people getting killed off, we were just supposed to run around the arena collecting money and raffle tickets until the time ran out.  The arena was the acreage my family used to live on in Washington.  In the end, I had gathered the most money and tickets, but the game-makers made me distribute the winnings equally amongst all the competitors to make it "fair."  Hmm.