I dreamed that Taylor Swift secretly owned slaves. The story was broken by TMZ or some such thing, and of course it was a big scandal.
A silly dream, certainly, and I mostly forgot about it as the day progressed.
Then, hours later, on the drive home from work, a Taylor Swift song came on the radio, and for a second, I actually felt angry. How dare they play this trash on the radio? I thought. What next, readings from Mein Kampf?
Haha, a silly dream indeed. But such is the power (and danger) of the false memories left by even silly dreams.