Backlog 1: Dreamed October 16, 2007
Dream I know the President personally, and realize I've had this dream before. I live in a cabin that reminds me of my old home in Grayland. I think it's his vacation house, but I'm allowed to live there.
I'm on good terms with the Secret Service. I know that they've searched my room as a precaution and found my stash of weed, but haven't touched it. I play paintball with them on a regular basis and apparently I kick their asses.
I know the President as a real person, and I like him, despite his deplorable record in office. He's a normal man, like any other. Only in a dream could it be this way... I'm talking to my grandmother in the stairwell:
"I live with the President! You know, he's not that bad once you get to know him."
I play fetch with Barney, the President's Scottish terrier, in the clear-cut around the cabin. Laura, the twins, Dick, Karl, and the rest of the set are never there.
I'm on good terms with the Secret Service. I know that they've searched my room as a precaution and found my stash of weed, but haven't touched it. I play paintball with them on a regular basis and apparently I kick their asses.
I know the President as a real person, and I like him, despite his deplorable record in office. He's a normal man, like any other. Only in a dream could it be this way... I'm talking to my grandmother in the stairwell:
"I live with the President! You know, he's not that bad once you get to know him."
I play fetch with Barney, the President's Scottish terrier, in the clear-cut around the cabin. Laura, the twins, Dick, Karl, and the rest of the set are never there.