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Dub-ya

Dreams can be very scary.
Last night, I don't know why, but I dreamed that I was talking to George Bush. Yes, our current President. I forget exactly how we wound up in the same room together. I think I was taking something there, or delivering something, but we started talking. And I get trying real hard not to get pissed off at him and just go off. But he wanted to know what I thought about everything, and I started telling him about everything he was doing wrong, and some of the things he should start doing while he still had time. He was not really listening though. And I was still getting pissed off in the dream. We walked around a lot in the dream. But he still could not see what he was doing wrong.

It was nice when I finally managed to wake up.

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