Is life just really pleasant even in my dreams
or am I just really full of myself even in my dreams?
Earlier this morning I dreamed that I made the President laugh. We were just standing on the front porch talking about the deer that come up from the river, usually in the evening then I asked him if he'd like to come in for some coffee, he said yes, picked up his podium, tucked it under his arm and while I held the door open for him, he walked into the hallway.
Wonder if he has to take his podium with him wherever he goes?