I have a dream that across the land, the people have woken up, in an unshakable, unmistakable electoral majority, and we are speaking with a thunderous cry. A thunderous cry that echoes, Hear us: This is we the people talking; do not forget that we run this place. And we are beginning to win. We are beginning to win. And sanity is beginning to flow again into our land, trickling down from the mountaintop like a great spring thaw growing to a cascade, flooding over the levees and bursting the dams of deception and of oppression.

And in my dream, shrooms are legal.