10:37 a.m. - 2004-10-17
Democrats are dreamy
So I had a dream...
It started out with a road trip I was taking with Mom. We had a map, and we stopped at a hotel somewhere in upstate NY. The girl at the front desk asked if we wanted the new service, and I asked what that was, but she was being interrupted by the phone and other customers coming in. She said something about if we weren't awake by 9am, and we wanted the turn-down, the hotel could do something with a new service...I didn't understand. She was busy, so Mom and I went up to our room.
In the room, there was a harness that would let you strap a belt around your waist and hang from the ceiling. Then, there was a track in the ceiling running the length of the room so that you could run around in circles (or back and forth) and "fly" with the help of the harness. This was the coolest thing in any hotel room. I flew around the room for hours - from the bed to the table, bouncing off the windows, humming "Swan Lake" the whole time.
I went back down to the front desk in the middle of the night to ask about this new service again, worried that it would mean people would be coming to wake me up before 9am - which I really didn't want. This time, there was a black guy at the desk. He didn't know what I was talking about, so I went back up to the room and put on the harness and flew around some more.
Mom had disappeared, and Darren was in the room when I got back. He talked to me while I flew around. I had a picture of an old friend, and Darren was being very critical of the picture, pointing out several flaws in my friend's complexion and figure. I got the feeling that my friend's personality was being judged unfairly because of this picture, and that until the flaws had been shown to me, I'd never seen them before.
In the morning, we were getting ready to leave, but there were several explosions outside. I looked out the window and saw bright green clouds of smoke in the parking lot. I heard a whistling noise that sounded like a cartoon bomb dropping, and someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the room into a cafeteria, under a table. There was another big explosion, this one nearby, and when I looked up, Bill Clinton and Al Gore were under the table with me, in suits and looking scared shitless.
I just wanted to go back to the hotel room and fly around some more, but the room had been destroyed. So I left Bill & Al under the table and went looking for Darren or anyone else that I knew.
That's when I woke up.
I've had several interesting dreams over the past 2 weeks, but I've had trouble remembering them enough to write about them.
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