Last night I dreamt that a group of politicians were in a dark board room with a long rectangular table that seemed to go on forever, well at least I couldn’t see the end of it. They debated what they considered to be a very “serious” issue – Traffic Control. Everyone kept shouting about how dangerously congested the traffic was becoming, and that something needed to be done or else people might have to wait for days in traffic. It was like the ridiculous war room scene in the film Dr. Strangelove (“There’s no fighting in the war room!”). People yelled out all these different plans of which I had a hard time understanding because so many people were screaming at the same time. After bickering for what I guessed to be several minutes, they finally exclaimed together, “We have a solution!” How they got a solution in all that madness is beyond me. Well, they agreed to rig all the major highways and bridges with nuclear bombs and detonate them during peak traffic hours. After that, I was somehow transported near a large bridge filled with cars, and in a matter of moments it was blown to smithereens… I suppose that’s one way to decrease traffic, albeit an absurd way.