My George W. Bush Dream - Page 2

Gemini Cricket · 02-16-2005, 01:53 PM

Last night I had a dream about Dubya.

Ralphie and I were having one of our dinner parties when we were notified on the phone that G Dub was coming to our house for dinner. Apparently, Ralphie's dad had invited him over even though Ralphie's dad wasn't coming to the party.
We scrambled around and set the table, lit the candles etc.
The doorbell rings. There's Bush. Laura was there, too.
He comes on in and sits at the dinner table and we have a chat. He asks me how I think he's doing as president. I tell him I'm surprised he's asking. So, I tell him how frustrated I am about the Iraq 'war' and about all the military and civillian casualties etc. He nods his head.
Then I go on to other issues such as Social Security and the marriage amendment etc.
Then after what seemed like 3 or 4 hours of dinner, he's just sitting there fiddling with Ralphie's knick knacks on the dinner table. So, no one is talking and we're just sitting there watching each other. He stays for about 2 hours just sitting there.
I excuse myself and Ralphie and we go into the kitchen.
"What do we do now?" I ask him.
"I don't know. He won't leave." Ralphie says to me.
"Let's talk to Laura, maybe she'll make him leave." I suggest.
When we go back into the dining room, Laura is gone. George is sitting there all by himself playing with our silver salt and pepper shakers.
"Let's go to bed." I tell Ralphie.
He agrees. We turn off the dining room lights and go to bed with the president just sitting there in the dark.
"Hopefully he'll be gone in the morning." I tell Ralphie.
"I don't think we could take four years of him sitting in our dining room." Ralphie tells me.
I agree.

Isn't that the weirdest dream? It was kind of funny, too. I remember running out of things to talk to him about and feeling that this prime opportunity was great.

Bush in the dining room. Sounds like a chapter in some book I'm gonna write someday.

02-16-2005, 01:53 PM	#1
Gemini Cricket ... Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 13,244	My George W. Bush Dream Last night I had a dream about Dubya. Ralphie and I were having one of our dinner parties when we were notified on the phone that G Dub was coming to our house for dinner. Apparently, Ralphie's dad had invited him over even though Ralphie's dad wasn't coming to the party. We scrambled around and set the table, lit the candles etc. The doorbell rings. There's Bush. Laura was there, too. He comes on in and sits at the dinner table and we have a chat. He asks me how I think he's doing as president. I tell him I'm surprised he's asking. So, I tell him how frustrated I am about the Iraq 'war' and about all the military and civillian casualties etc. He nods his head. Then I go on to other issues such as Social Security and the marriage amendment etc. Then after what seemed like 3 or 4 hours of dinner, he's just sitting there fiddling with Ralphie's knick knacks on the dinner table. So, no one is talking and we're just sitting there watching each other. He stays for about 2 hours just sitting there. I excuse myself and Ralphie and we go into the kitchen. "What do we do now?" I ask him. "I don't know. He won't leave." Ralphie says to me. "Let's talk to Laura, maybe she'll make him leave." I suggest. When we go back into the dining room, Laura is gone. George is sitting there all by himself playing with our silver salt and pepper shakers. "Let's go to bed." I tell Ralphie. He agrees. We turn off the dining room lights and go to bed with the president just sitting there in the dark. "Hopefully he'll be gone in the morning." I tell Ralphie. "I don't think we could take four years of him sitting in our dining room." Ralphie tells me. I agree. Isn't that the weirdest dream? It was kind of funny, too. I remember running out of things to talk to him about and feeling that this prime opportunity was great. Bush in the dining room. Sounds like a chapter in some book I'm gonna write someday.
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