I accidentally fell asleep and dreamt that the nuclear apolcalypse happened and Bernie Sanders and I were the only survivors.

I felt the Bern pretty hard but he was a big liability, because he was pretty close to one of the bomb epicenters and the radiation messed with his dna so that he could only breathe helium. Listening to his yammering helium-voice was tiresome. We also had to be constantly raiding old party supply shops to keep up his helium stash and we rigged him up a sort of moon-suit so as not to expose him to oxygen, and that was a lot of work.

I was sad when he finally died but mostly it was a great burden lifted from my shoulders. I wonder if this has anything to do with the goat lady?