Without going into the interpretations etc and the details of the elaborate story I dreamt last night, allow me to share a particularly interesting dream image.
There are round tables everywhere, like at a reception dinner. I walk across the room and see George Bush sitting at one of the tables. Walking past his table, I deliberately ignore him. But just as I cross him, he leaps out of his chair and thrusts out his hand with that irritating impish grin of his and says "Hello, how are you?" I do a mental 'uh' and manage to stretch my hand towards a lifeless handshake. And I suddenly feel very bad for him. The thought in my head- "You poor thing. Not many people like you and here you are trying your best to be all amicable and enthusiastic"
What all this means? It's for me to know and you to never find out.
Funny though...non?
