Skeesy Motels and Blue Whales
Last week, while stopped at a semi-skeesy Days Inn somewhere in lower Illinois, I had what was probably the strangest dream of my life. I didn’t want to forget anything so when I woke up, I made this list:
President Bush
Pet Whale
Girl Sleeps with Bush
Camera Doesn’t Get It
Bush Kills My Whale
Puma Dress Shoes
DNA Tests
Video Turns Up
Concrete Island
Ruin Election
I remember every scene that each of those items refers to. But the events connecting them are a little bit hazy. I think what really needs to be focused on here is that I had a dream in which the President of the United States of America killed my whale. It’s not every day you have a dream where the president kills your pet blue whale. I’m fairly certain I had some sort of telepathic link with the whale too, which made it all the more devastating.