Stinky stinky

Ok, I don’t know if it was because I watched Daily Show/Colbert an hour before bed, which is what I do most nights anyway. But last night Dubya appeared in the part of my dream right before I woke up. The only part I remember? I was at the airport, I was in a field part, away from the planes mostly. And at the corner there was this *huge* pile of something really smelly, a gassy smell I think. I don’t know what it was. Anyway, Dubya and some unknown person appeared and Dubya said, “Ok, let’s go dump this big pile of smelly stuff on Georgia [the country] and be done with it all.” The other person asked him if that was really a good idea and Dubya was really insistent of it.

That was it. Not much, but it was weird. True, though, since I think Dubya wouldn’t hesitate to dump smelly stuff on another country.


Bang bang!

I had another one of my crazy nightmares last night. I don’t remember much detail, but I was at a convenience store. It wasn’t Wawa and I don’t think it was 7-11. It may have been like a Kwik Stop place. I was waiting in line at the register and alongside me, looking at the area with chips and salty snacks was a guy holding a gun right next to his body. I tried mouthing to the cashier that there was a guy there with a gun, but she didn’t really notice I was trying to talk to her. And at that point I worried that he’d see me trying to get her attention and get me for doing so. He did see me and at that point, he lifted up his gun to start shooting. Just then I forced myself to wake up.

So, I don’t know why I have such nutty dreams. This isn’t the first semi-violent dream I’ve had. Maybe someone can analyze them to death for me.