This is a real dream that I had a couple of weeks ago:
I was seeking something and had some time off, so for some reason I was in the desert and I ended up at George Bush's official church. There I was let out of a car and I walked up towards the door. On the pavement was some sort of checklist that I could not see clearly. Then I walked up to the door and saw a plump middle aged woman. I asked her if I could go in the church and she said "no, it is under maintenance," so I turned around to leave. Then, I saw a man approaching and a skinny young man with blond hair. I continued to leave.
I heard the woman's voice behind me - she was talking to the man. Then, I heard her tell me to come back. She then informed me that the church does not allow only single visitors, but rather if you do not bring someone then you cannot enter. Apparently, she was bringing the man in and they needed someone to bring in the teenager that came with the man. Suddenly, I realized that this woman was Laura Bush and the man was someone in the bush family. I was very nervous as we entered. The church looked like your standard cheesy california style psuedo-elegent protestant church complete with plants and a fake stream. It was almost like a high-bred between an office building and a church. I was informed about the amazing technological marvel of the church having a camera installed in nearly every room. Then, we all went into a conference room together. From here on I did not see the young man anymore. In the conference room, I heard Laura Bush and some Mr. Bush talk about having to deal with their mother - probably Barbara Bush. The said that when the economy was good it was easy to find someone to help them out and give her a job where she could be incompetent and make a lot of money because the boards of the companies would not notice the loss in the overall profits gained. But, since it was now a recession, it was apparently much more difficult to find a company willing to do this for them because of her gross incompetence. The suggestion was made that we watch a video. At first the screen was showing weather reports from all over the world and the Bushes seemed very interested. Then after a bit they excused themselves and went into an adjoining room. Then the news report changed to a helicopter view of cherry blossom trees that were as big as maples. They were in full bloom. As the camera panned, I noticed that a few were on fire. Then the figure of a small man can be seen by the bottom of the trees and I notice that he is on fire. Then the voice from the screen says "I wonder what he did..." Then the video changes to a scene in a village in the amazon. Underneath a vast forest canopy, there are many large tents. Inside there are many people crowded around boxes. Then the scene cuts and we see many people packed tightly into one main tent and they are screaming. Another cut - then, we see three fourths of the people chasing one fourth of the tribe's members up a hill and screaming. The voice-over explains "suspecting voting fraud in the elections after their candidate was not elected the tribesmen take justice into their own hands." The voice was cool and reasoned like the ones in the historical documentaries on television. The we see a large group of men holding one fourth of the other men down on the ground and striking them. Another cut - the screen fills with tribesmen dancing with the heads of the people that we just on the ground. "And so as you can see, the democratic process naturally solves its own problems." I sat their unable to think of anything other than what it would be like to be the ones killed. Then the screen cut again and I was watching a game of tug-of-war in the amazon. Realizing that this was going to be another snuff flick, I headed for the bathroom. I started to cry. Ever one of my tears that fell turned into a soft almond. Pretty soon I had a nice collection of almonds in the sink. I understood. This was some sort of test. I thought of many things to do with the almonds. I knew that any choice I made had to be done with a degree of acting because my sincere actions would give me away. Eventually I decided to leave the almonds in the trash. I went into the room where Mr. Bush was in and I did not see Laura Bush anywhere. He was sitting on a couch watching football. He took one look at me and asked me if I liked the movie and I said nothing, but rather pretended to be interested in football so I said something like "what?" and he said never-mind. I could feel him eye me up and down at first and then slowly relax. Eventually a woman came in and asked about the Elvis memorial in the building. For some reason speaking Japanese was necessary and so I left. After explaining the difference between a memorial tablet and a grave to the woman, I woke up.
Posted by Elijah at October 30, 2004 09:51 PM