The Stuff That Dreams are Made Of?

George W Bush

Two nights ago, I woke up from a really WEIRD dream. It waffled between two things that switched back and forth. In part of the dream, I was contemplating contacting Claire AKA “Cassie.”  I have, in my waking state, various means at my disposal.  But then I know so well in my wide-awake state that nothing can dissuade the next victim until they crash headlong into the lies and devastation.  So, in the dream, I thought about mailing her a photo I’ve blurred of Paula’s “fanny,” which shows Paula’s first step in seducing me, blurred to make it seem less uncouth than it really was.

The other part of the dream that waffled in and out was to do with some sort of stage production that I was involved in. Appeared to be something small time, like the performances at the Labor Day festival here in the community where I live. I was supposed to play a song (not me playing a musical instrument, but from a record), and read something (a poem? a blog article of mine?). I rambled about the record store (yes, record as in vinyl, not CD), looking for the song I was supposed to play, reminiscing over various 45s and albums. But there were several versions of the song I was looking for. I was confused about how the performance would go — whether I’d know when it was my turn to take the mike, if I’d stumble as I climbed the steps to the stage, etc.

Here is the WEIRD part… As I was rummaging around in the record store, I came across George W. Bush!!!! I was talking to him about my part of the performance, and he said something or other that eased my worries about the logistics. Then I realized I’d forgotten the NAME of the song I was supposed to find in the store. I asked George to come in the store and help me find it, and he said something like, “You’ll have to find it yourself,” kind of smirking. Then he said, “There are lots of versions of it. There’s one by Jim Neighbors.”

Jim Neighbors

Though I’d remembered the name of the song up to the point of talking to George Bush, I couldn’t remember it after. I went back in the record store to try and recall what it was and find it, but couldn’t. I then woke up from the dream, and STILL can’t remember the name of the song. All I keep thinking of is, “What the world needs now is love, sweet love…” and imagining it being sung by Jim Neighbors!!

I’m sure that George got into the dream because I had the TV going in the background on CNN while I slept and they were … talking about the about a charity project involving Bush and Bill Clinton.  One of them was laughing and telling how Bush would call Clinton for advice during Bush’s presidency, and would then say something like “I don’t agree with that,” but would continue to call him for advice anyway!

Now I STILL don’t remember the song I was trying to find, but I offer the following:

If I have any blog readers who are good at dream interpretation, perhaps you could give me a clue?



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