I dreamt that I was at an event that was perhaps tryouts to get
into this group that did ballroom dancing on a tour or something
like that. I had only gone there to have fun initially, though.
I didn't realize it was a contest with set partners until the
music started. As I had gone by myself, I had to drop out.

The person who was the, uh "star" dancer? well, it was held in his
honor, anyhow, was the young democrat who had just lost his bid
for governor of Alabama. [-where- my head gets these things, I don't
know]. Once the tryouts had been concluded, the group, under his
leadership, was going to tour the South and somehow that was tied
to politics.

I ended up getting involved in the whole business in some other way,
but that involved large computers and video and automated cuckoos during
boot sequences and I put that part of the dream down to reading
Sandman right before going to bed.