Presenting... my fever dream, starring Barack Obama and Bauhaus. →[More:]A touch of the stomach flu has given me A) the day off from work, and B) an amusing dream that I would pay cash money to actually witness at tonight's debate.

So: McCain and Obama are on stage, and Senator Maverick is doing his wheezy sneery thing about ACORN blah blah blah. To which Obama replies: "Look. Voter registration fraud is not the same as actual voter fraud. You can register a thousand Tony Romos, but Tony Romo is not going to show up in a thousand precincts to cast a ballot. You can register Mickey Mouse, but an actual talking mouse with big ears and gloves won't be voting for anyone, anywhere. You can register Bela Lugosi, but Bela Lugosi's Dead, Undead, Undead, Undead."

And THEN, Obama turns to McCain and intones "The virginal brides file past his tomb / Strewn with time's dead flowers / Bereft in deathly bloom / Alone in a darkened room" -- and here he points accusatorily at McCain -- "THE COUNT!"

At which point the CROWD GOES WILD and chants "Bela Lugosi's Dead!"

I started laughing and woke myself up, sadly, right before McCain dissolved in the sunlight and turned to ash.