Last night I dreamt a nightmare. The visuals were grim and gray. I saw Americans of all ages in a queue that stretched into the bleak horizon – every person shackled with a ball and chain made of iron. In the foreground were shadowy images of prison guards, but their faces were recognizable as Soros, Obama, Pelosi, Reid, Axelrod, Holder, Biden and Napolitano. I heard the guards barking orders to the despairing people who slowly trudged through a giant gate, arched with the word FORWARD. However, the people could not see that beyond the gate was a cliff and a thousand-foot drop onto sharp rocks below. It was too high a precipice for them to hear the terrifying screams of agony that awakened me in a cold sweat.