I swear I am not making this up.

Last night I dreamed that Andy and I were guests at the Bush White House. I don’t remember the first part of the dream, but after dinner we were in a study of some kind with some of the other guests and W himself. Andy and I were scrunched up together on this love seat so that there’d be enough room for this tiny Asian woman to sit next to us. She never said a word. 

I remember that W had a killer bookshelf stereo system. He passed out cups of cofffee to Andy and I while I noticed that he himself was drinking a creamy neon green daiquiri. Then I realized that it was his third drink of the night. I thought to myself, wait, isn’t he on the wagon? In order to make conversation I started talking to W about how mixology is a hobby of mine. He said, “Oh, yeah? I love pina coladas. I’ve even been to South America and had one with real coconut.”

I looked over at the wall and there were several sentences up there in gold lettering, kind of like the lettering they use for the sides of houses. I looked more closely and saw that it consisted of two comments that people had posted to DailyKos about Obama. It struck me as a little odd.