I had the strangest dream last night - any help on the interpretation would be.. um.. appreciated.
I dreamt that I was asked to go to Washington to give a speech at a dinner party held by President Bush, in his private residence. So I take a bus there, and I'm calling him, and he gets directly on the line to tell me to come to his house. As I'm walking there, I'm getting really nervous that they aren't going to have a clue who I am, and I can see that everything in my purse is in pure chaos, when all of a sudden this huge group of children run by, followed by President Bush. I call out to him, and he comes back to walk with me. We're walking down the tree lined street, everything is this green tinted light. We get to his residence, and he invites me into the library, which has this huge bed in it with the sheets all messed up. The walls are lined with hundreds of thousands of books, but a lot of them are box sets of romance novels. When I look up, there are actually shelves in the ceiling, with the books all kept in by ropes. So I go to start my speech, and realise that I don't have it with me in my stuffed purse, so I go to a computer and print it off, in a complete panic. Then Laura Bush walks in with her daughter, who is painfully thin and dressed in a tiny dress, and all I can think is " I want to party with the Bush daughters and be in the tabloids" when I should be focusing on my speech. And then Laura starts talking about how none of the books are ever there for more than 10 years, because that's how fast Bush reads. Then I try to give my speach, and Bush interupts me and tells me my speech is too good for the party, and could I hold off until another time. Then all of a sudden I'm outside shopping for brightly painted antique furniture.
Strange.
I dreamt that I was asked to go to Washington to give a speech at a dinner party held by President Bush, in his private residence. So I take a bus there, and I'm calling him, and he gets directly on the line to tell me to come to his house. As I'm walking there, I'm getting really nervous that they aren't going to have a clue who I am, and I can see that everything in my purse is in pure chaos, when all of a sudden this huge group of children run by, followed by President Bush. I call out to him, and he comes back to walk with me. We're walking down the tree lined street, everything is this green tinted light. We get to his residence, and he invites me into the library, which has this huge bed in it with the sheets all messed up. The walls are lined with hundreds of thousands of books, but a lot of them are box sets of romance novels. When I look up, there are actually shelves in the ceiling, with the books all kept in by ropes. So I go to start my speech, and realise that I don't have it with me in my stuffed purse, so I go to a computer and print it off, in a complete panic. Then Laura Bush walks in with her daughter, who is painfully thin and dressed in a tiny dress, and all I can think is " I want to party with the Bush daughters and be in the tabloids" when I should be focusing on my speech. And then Laura starts talking about how none of the books are ever there for more than 10 years, because that's how fast Bush reads. Then I try to give my speach, and Bush interupts me and tells me my speech is too good for the party, and could I hold off until another time. Then all of a sudden I'm outside shopping for brightly painted antique furniture.
Strange.
1 comment:
did you wear that same dress to the white house?
shouldn't that be "suddenly?" :-)
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