Call Me Ishmael

On Tuesday night I had a dream in which my friend invites me to his rooftop of his high rise to hang out. We head up there along with some other friends, and who else arrives but our newly elected mayor Zohran Mamdani! It turns out that he and my friend are buddies. "Guys, check it out," Zohran says. "Because we won the election, they're letting me fly a plane from here to Atlanta, even though I don't have a pilot's license." God, that's so cool. "You guys want to come with?" Obviously we do. So we all get in the plane, which is already on my friend's rooftop, and start to take off. Just as the wheels lift from the ground, I begin to panic. Oh no. Zohran doesn't have a pilot's license! He doesn't know how to land a plane! The Republicans and the Democratic establishment have colluded to let Zohran fly the plane, hoping he will crash and die. The whole thing is a contrived plot to neuter his mayoral term before it starts. "Wait!" I yell, but it's too late, we're already soaring above Manhattan. Everyone around me is having a great time, not having realized the true nature of our journey, and all I can do is wait and hope. Luckily it's OK though and Zohran lands the plane just fine in Atlanta, maybe a little bumpy but nothing too bad. Then we all go to the pool!!