Surrealist dream, and the gender non-conforming of the MA Senate President

 Another night of strange dreams. Like a crazy bar (with valet parking but a bad reputation for sexual assault) that served hard candy instead of ice cubes, and a very strange sausage-like black licorice string that was very strong, like a shot. There was drama of roommates disappearing by running away to San Francisco, Sasha's daughter had a quinceanera at an Irish social club, then Matthew was appointed state senator of Fall River because my other roommate was the key witness of an international scandal. A mansion was turned into the new community foundation office, and had secret giant rooms filled with fabric and craft supplies. It ended with me and some of my LIPPI sisters getting our photo taken with the Senate Leader who is recently replaced by a woman, but in my dream was still Rosenberg.