George W Bush was in my dream last night. He was riding around on a motorcycle wearing a disguise depositing large sacks of I don't know what, while I was urgently trying to escape from a sprawling amalgam of office complex and amusement park. It's disconcertingly invasive to see his face appear unbidden in my mind, the jerk.
13 July 2005
funny, I often have dreams in which I'm trapped in a sterile commercial/industrial invironment, such as an office park or hotel. do you? but I don't have those dreams so much anymore.
Posted by: mj | 15 July 2005 at 10:52 AM
I haven't been remembering my dreams to any degree for a long while. Maybe once a month an impression of a dream will linger into the shower but that's it. This one has remained pretty clear. I guess the London bombings affected me a bit deeper than I'd thought.
Mostly I'm just pissed that that guy was in my head.
Posted by: Adam Rice | 15 July 2005 at 12:22 PM
He was probably on the motorcycle to provide a quick escape from liberal moral depravity. No, really.
Posted by: John | 19 November 2005 at 09:13 PM
What an obnoxious thing to say.
Posted by: Adam Rice | 19 November 2005 at 10:48 PM