The Man of My Dreams
I slept oddly last night. It was a fairly deep sleep, and yet it wasn’t very restful. I have a vague recollection of dreaming a lot, but I don’t remember any of my dreams. Well, I didn’t remember any of them until I read an article on President Bush just a few moments ago.
One of my dreams is coming back to me. I dreamt about George W. But this wasn’t just any dream about George W. The entire dream was basically a highlights clip of Bush’s verbal goofs, along with peoples’ reactions to them. I recall the goofs being pretty funny—and slightly embarassing—but I can’t remember any specifics. Too bad.
I wonder why my subconscious decided to pick on the president?
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