I dreamed that I had a job at Teddy Roosevelt University. Everyone on the faculty was walking on eggshells all the time, because if something happened that the administration didn't like, Teddy would resurrect himself into a kind of horrifying zombie Teddy who would come and micromanage things for a while until he was satisfied. After this, he would enter his eternal repose once again.
Only it wasn't actually Teddy Roosevelt. It was Franklin. And either no one knew, or no one wanted to say anything, because whenever I tried to bring up the fact, people got really nervous and hushed me.
What do you think?
-- Dr. Amelia