I don't sleep--I dream

Getting what I deserve for writing about politics (such as it is) before bedtime, I had a dream that I was G. W. Bush last night. The two highlights of what I could remember: going to the Olympics in Athens and walking out into the stadium crowd, with the Secret Service oddly unwilling to follow me out and offer any protection, and being introduced by Barbara Bush to a long string of extended family members, whose names I immediately forgot like those so many foreign leaders.

It was disturbingly realistic, and means absolutely nothing.

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