Roaches, Sen. Clinton and a job evaluation

I'm not one to interpret dreams, though I usually wonder what prompted them. Here's a recap of odd dreams I had over the weekend.

Friday night:
--My dream was filled with cockroaches. I dreamt that they were crawling all over my kitchen. This dream really wasn't that far from reality. Except that the roaches in my kitchen are smaller and march in fewer numbers.

Sunday night:
--I was sitting by Sen. Hillary Clinton and former President Bill Clinton. I only talked to Hillary, who was very pleasant and invited me to play piano for her and other senators on Capitol Hill. She mentioned something about free drinks and me not having to pay for anything. I can't help but wonder if the buzz surrounding the '08 presidential contendors has invaded my brain. What's next? Dreaming about Obama?
--I was in a parking lot with my boss, who was pacing. He was fairly serious, though it's hard to be certain. He asked me if I liked my job. And we got into this conversation about whether I was working hard. No doubt this dream was the result of an hour-long conversation with my friend, Britt, about our jobs and journalism in general.

Have any of you had weird dreams lately?