In honor of Reagan week, meet the new John Hinckley, Jr.

Once again puttings its unrivaled journalistic resources to excellent use, the New York Times offers a terrifying glimpse into the loneliness and paranoia of the obsessive psychopath:

The other night I dreamt of Barack Obama. He was taking a shower right when I needed to get into the bathroom to shave my legs, and then he was being yelled at by my husband, Max, for smoking in the house. It was not clear whether Max was feeling protective of the president’s health or jealous because of the cigarette.

Oh, excuse me, that was the staff writer. Here are the ones I was talking about:

Many women — not too surprisingly — were dreaming about sex with the president. In these dreams, the women replaced Michelle with greater or lesser guilt or, in the case of a 62-year-old woman in North Florida, whose dream was reported to me by her daughter, found a fully above-board solution: “Michelle had divorced Barack because he had become ‘too much of a star.’ He then married my mother, who was oh so proud to be the first lady,” the daughter wrote me.

And another:

“They do seem to have it all together — a great marriage, beautiful children, a modern day Norman Rockwell family,” said a divorced Harvard grad with children in a top D.C. private school. “Why them, not me?”

There are literally dozens of such people. Unless they are all figments of the desperate and confused staff writer’s imagination. In either case, it makes you wonder who the new Jodie Foster will be.

(Hat tip: Steve Sailer)