I was living with my wife in an two-flat we had both lived in, at separate times, back in the college (downstairs, her) and post-college days (upstairs, me). For some reason, a college acquaintance of mine was staying with us, and was smoking a cigar in the early morning on the porch, naked.

I heard a caterwauling in the distance. As the noise came into focus, I realized it was a crowd noisily chanting "Four more years!". My houseguest explained that it was Naked Sean, who did this sort of rabble rousing, in the nude, with each election. Apparently my houseguest had decided to fight fire with fire, or at least nakedness with nakedness.

Sean appeared at the corner, surrounded by an entourage. He spotted me and began walking towards me, spouting Republican claptrap.

"This country needs to stay the course!" he yelled, at me.

I finally snapped. "I call Bullshit to that!"

Sean stopped. "What?"

"Bullshit!" I said.

Sean bounced back. "Oh, and I suppose you're jealous because you're not one of the millions who have gotten a better job during this glorious economic recovery?"

"No. I'm not. In fact, I've been unemployed for nine months. And your president can't seem to be bothered with it."

"Well, we need to let his changes continue to work! We need to continue this change in Washington--"

"That's right. We need a change in Washington. We can start by letting the fellow who wins the election actually assume the office this time."

Sean was speechless for a moment, then began singing, in a surprisingly beautiful tenor voice, the national anthem.

Then I woke up, confused, but pleased I had forced a dream opponent in an argument into a logical corner of sorts.