the latest from my unconscious

I dreamed last night that Abraham Lincoln was a friend of mine, and he was into trying out new hats. Every week or so he'd have a different kind of hat -- beret, tam, porkpie, etc. -- and it was sort of his thing, and we'd all tease him about it. And then one day he showed up in a stovepipe hat, expecting everybody to make fun of it, and to his surprise we all said, "Actually, Abe, that's an oddly good look for you. No, really. It somehow suits you. It makes you look very dignified." And so he stuck with the stovepipe hat for the rest of his life.

Also, in the dream, Abe was gay, and Mary Todd Lincoln was actually a man in drag. But this was in no way the point of the dream, which really centered on the hats.

I can offer no explanation for any of this.