I had a dream this morning that I was in a place that was a lot like my parents' basement, arguing with Barack Obama about abortion.
I was laying zinger after zinger on him, getting the upper hand in the argument, and he was getting angry and calling me "Miss Gavin." Then he finally said, "I'm through with this. Begone!" I knew I should get out of there, lest I run afoul of the Secret Service.
Then I called him a baby killer and threw my remaining orange juice in his face before sauntering out of the room. That showed him!
So what was going on in my brain that prompted this dream?? I blame my bedtime story of George Orwell's 1984. Amazing book; not the best bedtime reading. :)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Weird Dream
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I had a dream about Obama a few nights ago! I dreamed I met him in conjunction with some sort of special event--like maybe a choir I was playing for was appearing where he was--can't quite remember. But I was a chicken. I remember in the dream being disappointed in myself because I was respectful of him and didn't take him on (like you did). Go, Susan! What a woman!
Nicely done! The orange juice was a nice touch.
It was pretty great to discover that not only was I drinking orange juice, but I had enough left to cover his face with it. :)
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