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In Your Dreams...

Thursday, June 29, 2006

I rarely dream, and if I do, I rarely remember what I dreamt. Last night was a rare exception. The night before last, we had an enormous picnic and fun fair with my son's preschool and didn't get home until quite late. All of us slept in this morning. We fell asleep with the patio door open and could hear the waves rolling onto the beach outside. All the fresh air and soothing sounds made me dream. And this is what I dreamt...

George Bush was coming to give a lecture at my place of employment and I was tasked with showing him around. There were no secret service or police. Just him and I. Naturally, Canada is such a safe place; no need to fear Canadians. We are getting along quite nicely, he and I. I am politely trying to explain that Canada is not a State in the Americas. The Presidents's eyes glaze over and he informs me that he needs to go to the toilet (we generally say washroom here, I thought; this is a rather rude thing to say)...I tell him it is on the next floor above us and I decide to stay in the library (where we had presently been talking, or rather I was talking and he was thinking about the closest can). I am reading and enjoying myself and then realize that a really long time has passed. No one even seems to have noticed that I was escorting the President of the United States around. Ho hum. So I decide to go looking for him. I open the door to the stairwell and there he is; a look of agony on his face and on the floor, having obviously fallen down the stairs. His leg is bent in an obviously broken position.

I tell him that I will go for help. I leave him there and walk to the nearest hospital, which has suddenly become conveniently attached to my place of employment. It never occurred to me to call 911 from the library. No, of course not. I wander into the Emergency and quietly and calmly ask if an ambulance can be sent to the stairwell because, well, the President of the United States is laying there with a broken leg. And there ended my dream.

I awoke annoyed at myself. All this time alone with the President and I didn't take the opportunity to tell him how I really feel about his Politics?! I didn't take the chance to give him a piece of my mind when he was down and couldn't run away from me!? Why didn't I say something like "Sign Kyoto and I'll call you an ambulance..." Anyone who goes back to some of my earliest posts on this blog can learn about my thoughts on this President, but you probably get the idea already. I have given him the middle finger (both of them, in fact) when he came to Halifax.

And then I realized why I didn't. I feel sorry him. He can't help it that he is so stupid. It's a disability. Akin to a broken leg. His brain is partially broken.

NOTE: American friends, of course your opinions and comments, of all varieties, are most welcome. Feel free to disrespect the Canadian government. They currently deserve it as well.

  1. Blogger scrappy rose said:

    I pushed him down the stairs after he came out of the bathroom... ;-)

  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    Scrappy Rose;
    Oh, I didn't see that coming! What a hoot! :)

  1. Blogger Amy said:

    Partially broken? Partially? I'd say DuByaH's brain is more than partially broken... you're being much too kind ! ha!

    This is my first visit to your blog - thanks for letting me stop by -

  1. Blogger Sara said:

    Maybe your dream was kind of like a wish, to disable him for a moment. He needs that. He is dumb, it is not his fault that he is dumb, it is our fault (the Americans) that we allow him......grrr he is annoying... sorry he's invading your dreams!! lol

  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    Hello Amy;
    Thanks for stopping by. Yeah, o.k...I was too kind :)

    We all make mistakes; here's hoping for a better President next time. Anyone would be better, wouldn't they?...

  1. Blogger Michelle said:

    LOL, i can't add anymore to what Scrappy Rose has said....too funny!

  1. Blogger Devil Mood said:

    lol that was incredibly vivid, for someone that doesn't remember their dreams! It's a shame you didn't yell at him a little; I think I'd have murdered him in the staircase, no one would know, would they? ;)

    Oh, it's a shame we don't get the chance to be face-to-face with these people so often, there's a lot to be said.
    Keep dreaming, Cathy, maybe tonight, when he's recovered from his injury ;)

  1. Blogger missbhavens said:

    I rather hope you have another dream so you CAN give him a piece of your mind! Sure, he can't help but be stupid, but what about all those advisors and cronies that guide his every decision? They can't ALL be stupid!
    Therefore, they must be considered evil instead.

  1. Blogger Cathy said:

    Michelle; We could make a Clue game out of this; who pushed the President down the stairs...:)

    Devil; I know; I think I remember so much detail because I awoke from this dream and it was so ridiculous that I remebered everything.

    MissB; I don't know if I want him in my dreams again any time soon. It was kind of creepy. And you speak the things I think, but tend not to write about here.

  1. Blogger blackcrag said:

    George "Dubya for Dummy" Bush will invade anything: Iraq, Syria, Iran, your dreams...

    You are right, his brain is broken. Can we put a cast around his entire head?

    About the Clue game: I don't think htat would work... too many people with motives.

  1. Blogger Norton said:

    That's mental.
    I approve!

  1. Blogger missy said:

    Funny, while reading about your dream, I was wondering if you were going to have "a chat" with him about the Kyoto agreement!

  1. Blogger SkyeBlue2U said:

    LOL!! That is too funny, walking to get an ambulance! Oh, I can't stop laughing, :)

  1. Blogger fb said:

    Fundamenatlly, you are a human being and despite his intellectual or lack of thought there of, what is telling that you recognised that as a human being he was in distress and first and foremost needed help.

    In conclusion even in her dreams Cathy is a kind and helpful person who will go out of her way to help those in distress.

    I rarely remember my dreams too, I know i have some and they seem vivid at the time but as soon I stand up they're gone...

  1. Blogger Stephanie said:

    That is such a funny dream. I did not vote for that man, but I'd love to have a chance to say a thing or two to him.

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