Who says that Dubya and Lightning aren’t dream material?

[imood mood at time of entry: amused]

I’m sitting here waiting on my underwear to dry and for my water to be ready AND for the bathroom to be unoccupied so that I can take a shower. I keep thinking about the last two dreams that I had before I finally resigned myself to getting up for the day.

One of the dreams was about all of the rain we’ve been having here as of late. At one point, I was standing outside of my house, and suddenly, a bolt of lightning hit the front yard of my neighbor. The spot it touched burst into a ball of flames. A girl I have never seen before ran up to me to ask me to go somewhere with her, just as I was straining my neck to get a better view of the neighbor’s yard.

The girl kept chattering away about going somewhere and people we’d see there. I tried to ask her if she saw what had just happened. Her response was basically, “See what? Who cares?” Meh.

So I allowed her to drag me off to parts unknown, but we end up in what I instinctively know is the southwest part of my city, where some of the worse thunderstorms have passed over. We were going back and forth between a club and some sort of office. I think that it was for traveling, but it was so crowded and the woman running it from the front desk kept ordering people out or to be quiet, so I can’t be certain. I halfway remember posters of oceans and exotic looking destinations.

Anyway, as we were running from the club to the office, it started raining and there was a flash of lightning nearby. I don’t know if this is a sign or not, but it’s almost like I shouldn’t bother going to the library today. That woman from the office reminded me plenty of a couple of people at the college. Of course, the library is how I do my traveling. ; )

The second dream, that I can’t seem to figure out, involved the president. For some reason, my mother and I were summoned to a very nice hotel to meet with Dubya in a private room that definitely looked as though it was designed for stuffy, proper women’s tea. There were no Secret Service agents present in the room that I can recall, but it didn’t seem to matter.

We sat talking for a few minutes before he told me what he wanted. Apparently, I had impressed him with all of my outstanding volunteer work, so he wanted to help me out. He gave me a large (literally) check that was worth more the 5.1 million dollars. At least I think it was ‘million’, it could have been more. I just remember some of the numbers that were on it at random. 2 and 8 being among them.

After he gave me the check, I thanked him and started discussing my plans for where I would put the money. For 5.1 million, I only planned to open three bank accounts to hold it all. I even mentioned that bank accounts are insured only up to $100,000. Why didn’t I say that I was going to open more than three bank accounts, I don’t know. However, I did mention specifically that I wasn’t going to put a dollar of the check into my personal bank account, because then that would be wrong.

Dubya gave me this indulgent smile and shook my hand as I left. I remember feeling completely at ease and very, very happy. My Mom and I walked out of the hotel into the parking lot, that didn’t belong to any hotel I had ever seen. In fact, it looked exactly like Best Buy’s parking lot, because I could see the old furniture store and Pizza Hut building across the freeway. We went to a car that isn’t ours in our waking life. Although, it did sort of resemble my Aunt Precious’ car.

My mom unlocked the doors, but suggested that we walk somewhere first just as I was about to get in. So, we closed the doors and I started folding up the huge check to help protect it better from the rain. I looked up across the parking lot, and there was that strip of stores attached to the traveling office.

Then, I woke up to deal with bodily issues. : )

Strange, huh? I certainly think so. But hey, at least now the bathroom is free.

Danielle