bill clinton
Sep. 4th, 2004 11:27 amForgot to mention. Had a dream last night.
For some reason I went to visit Bill Clinton in the hospital. (I only read the headlines yesterday, that he's slated for heart surgery. Hadn't made much of an impression on me, but apparently my subconscious thought otherwise.)
So anyhow. There I was, visiting Bill Clinton. I don't recall that there was any particular reason why I should be there, and he didn't seem particularly surprised to see me.
The dream wasn't very vivid, and I don't remember much, but I do remember hugging him and weeping and telling him how much I missed him and how much better things were when he was President.
This isn't political commentary, and I wasn't particularly aware of feeling that way-- that's just what I dreamed. I don't remember any more.
Weird, huh?
Also. he was really old and skinny in my dream.
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Date: 2004-09-04 05:41 pm (UTC)So I was trying to figure out why secret service -- yes, ex-presidents still get them -- would let you in to see Bill. Or for that matter, why his family would want you to.
And then I reread it and realized it was a dream.