George Bush Fried Chicken Dream

Had a dream last night that I was lounging in my bed eating raw steak with some other soldiers getting ready for a mission. It was my bed in my room while in high school.

Since I was a contractor working with the soldiers, I felt a slight bit of guilt when George Bush sat down on the bed to talk with us. He was commenting on the food we were eating, saying that we'll likely get sick from eating it. It was now a plate of fried chicken.

After George tried some, was tired and lay down to take a nap. I was thinking how odd that George Bush was napping in my bed. Lazy bastard.

I have strange dreams, some too disturbing to share. I'll surely be locked up or approached by some bizarre movie producer, someone too twisted to talk to. Some dreams remain, but you can never remember them all later, and when I write about those I will inevitably forget, I'll read it later and won't believe what the fuck was in my head.

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Two boxes are packed and my girlfriend and I stopped to eat lunch before taking them to the shippers. Anticipation; can't relax. Like being high up in a tree. Have to get to the ground before I can relax. Have to get these boxes on their way. Finish what we started. Too much thinking, how about this, what if that? Everything will be easy, and if not, who cares anyway. But anticipation is still there.

Once I'm under way, the mission starts. I can't be on The Amazing Race. I would have a heart attack. Or kill somebody who gets in my way.

I used to drive a steel delivery truck. Owned by the family of a girl I admired. Made more deliveries than should have been possible. Once my truck is loaded, that shit's getting there. Reckless driving, speeding, kicking the steel off the truck and getting the security guard to sign for it if the union fuckers were on lunch. Back to the office. Load my truck. Let's go. 8 hours in a day, pay's the same, but let's make some deliveries.

When I travel now, I'm on steel deliveries again. Let's get it done then have a beer later. My slippers come off, the Nike Air Pegasus go on and get the fuck out of my way.

Don't talk to me when I'm traveling. No way. I'm an asshole.

Off to ship the boxes...