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Last night's dream:
I am attending a convention at a fancy hotel, on behalf of an employer whose identity I can't remember. I feel terribly guilty about not knowing why I'm here or what I'm supposed to be doing, because this is a cushy place and must be costing someone a fortune.
I can't find my room. One door leads to my old college dorm room, but I don't want to be back in college so I keep looking.
I wander into a fundraising event where Bill Clinton is the featured speaker. He and I strike up a conversation and I'm flattered that we seem to hit it off. He thinks I work for the hotel, so I volunteer to take him for a tour. One hallway leads to a duplicate of my mother's retirement home. I introduce her to President Clinton - nervously, because she might tell him how much my dad hated him. Not to worry. My mom is not immune to the Clinton charm, and when he notices a George W. Bush collectible bobble-head doll on a shelf of family photos, she giggles and says, "Look, it's Hitler!" Clinton laughs good-naturedly.
He needs to mingle with campaign contributors, so we find our way back to the auditorium. He introduces me to his new girlfriend, Gennifer Flowers, and to his ex-wife and good friend Hillary Clinton, whose presidential campaign is hosting this event. When I comment on how refreshing it is to see the ex-wife and current girlfriend getting along so well, Gennifer Flowers blurts out, "It's because he only knocked me up once!"
There is an awkward silence. Bill is quietly furious. Clearly, she has just revealed a secret that could further damage his legacy. He and I exchange a meaningful look, during which I silently agree that Gennifer is an idiot and promise to keep his secret.
I feel proud to be in Bill and Hillary's confidence. "Hil" and I exchange sarcastic observations about George W. Bush. Bill refuses to participate in any Stupid Dubya jokes, but can't help laughing.
Later, I share an elevator with Gennifer Flowers and Hillary, and Hillary says she'd love to have me join her campaign as a volunteer. I'm so flattered!
"God, I'd love that," I gush. "But I've recently lost my job and am busy trying to sell my house."
The two women tell me how sorry they are that I'm out of work, and Gennifer Flowers offers me something from her briefcase.
I reach for it, expecting a business card and relieved that I may be offered a salaried position on the Clinton staff. But it's not a business card; it's a fistful of cash! Not even a lot of cash, just a big wad of singles and tens. How insulting!
I refuse her charity and assure both women that I'm not destitute.
Also present is House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, who is in love with Bill Clinton and bitter about his renewed relationship with Flowers. She approaches Bill at the buffet, is rebuffed and makes a dramatic exit, hurling some insult as she leaves and promising to ruin Hillary's political career.
Hillary and I roll our eyes. Enjoying our new and unexpected bond, I say, "She's so bitter. it's not very attractive."
Then I resume my search for my hotel room.
I am attending a convention at a fancy hotel, on behalf of an employer whose identity I can't remember. I feel terribly guilty about not knowing why I'm here or what I'm supposed to be doing, because this is a cushy place and must be costing someone a fortune.
I can't find my room. One door leads to my old college dorm room, but I don't want to be back in college so I keep looking.
I wander into a fundraising event where Bill Clinton is the featured speaker. He and I strike up a conversation and I'm flattered that we seem to hit it off. He thinks I work for the hotel, so I volunteer to take him for a tour. One hallway leads to a duplicate of my mother's retirement home. I introduce her to President Clinton - nervously, because she might tell him how much my dad hated him. Not to worry. My mom is not immune to the Clinton charm, and when he notices a George W. Bush collectible bobble-head doll on a shelf of family photos, she giggles and says, "Look, it's Hitler!" Clinton laughs good-naturedly.
He needs to mingle with campaign contributors, so we find our way back to the auditorium. He introduces me to his new girlfriend, Gennifer Flowers, and to his ex-wife and good friend Hillary Clinton, whose presidential campaign is hosting this event. When I comment on how refreshing it is to see the ex-wife and current girlfriend getting along so well, Gennifer Flowers blurts out, "It's because he only knocked me up once!"
There is an awkward silence. Bill is quietly furious. Clearly, she has just revealed a secret that could further damage his legacy. He and I exchange a meaningful look, during which I silently agree that Gennifer is an idiot and promise to keep his secret.
I feel proud to be in Bill and Hillary's confidence. "Hil" and I exchange sarcastic observations about George W. Bush. Bill refuses to participate in any Stupid Dubya jokes, but can't help laughing.
Later, I share an elevator with Gennifer Flowers and Hillary, and Hillary says she'd love to have me join her campaign as a volunteer. I'm so flattered!
"God, I'd love that," I gush. "But I've recently lost my job and am busy trying to sell my house."
The two women tell me how sorry they are that I'm out of work, and Gennifer Flowers offers me something from her briefcase.
I reach for it, expecting a business card and relieved that I may be offered a salaried position on the Clinton staff. But it's not a business card; it's a fistful of cash! Not even a lot of cash, just a big wad of singles and tens. How insulting!
I refuse her charity and assure both women that I'm not destitute.
Also present is House Speaker Nancy Pelosi, who is in love with Bill Clinton and bitter about his renewed relationship with Flowers. She approaches Bill at the buffet, is rebuffed and makes a dramatic exit, hurling some insult as she leaves and promising to ruin Hillary's political career.
Hillary and I roll our eyes. Enjoying our new and unexpected bond, I say, "She's so bitter. it's not very attractive."
Then I resume my search for my hotel room.
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Oh that's a good one.
