Dreams of Politics and Pussies

[shanmonster]

I fear I'm losing my opportunity to retain dreams. Not so very long ago, I had complex dreams and strong recollection of them. Now, it seems like almost all of my dreams escape me, and what I do recall is ephemeral. I miss my hyperviolent military dreams. They were like my own private war movies. I also miss my dreams with strong religious/sexual imagery. They're my favourite ones, and they took off on me.

Throughout my life, I've been a strong lucid dreamer. I can manipulate my dreams from within, and can often plan what I dream about. The best example of the latter was when I was taking military history in university, and had myself dream about the battle on the Plains of Abraham. I had a complete aerial view, and panned in on the various soldiers/officers. You see, I had an exam on this the next day, and I aced it because I lived through it in my sleep.

Right now, I'd be happy just to have the pedestrian dream of realizing I'm naked in school (even if I live that dream as a figure model for art school).

In other news, it's interesting how old Soviet jokes have been appropriated to suit American politics (thanks, William Gibson):

President Bush goes to an elementary school to talk about the war.

After his talk, he offers to answer questions. One little boy puts up his hand and the president asks him his name.

"I'm Billy, sir."

"And what's your question, Billy?"

"I have three questions, sir. Why did the US invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? And whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden?"

Just then the bell rings for recess. Bush announces that they'll continue after recess.

When they return, Bush asks, "OK, where were we? Question time! Who has a question?"

Another little boy raises his hand. The president asks his name.

"I'm Steve, sir."

"And what's your question, Steve?"

"I have five questions, sir. Why did the US invade Iraq without the support of the UN? Why are you President when Al Gore got more votes? Whatever happened to Osama Bin Laden? Why did the recess bell go off twenty minutes early? And what the heck happened to Billy?"

One last thing: this is quite possibly the wrongest thing I've seen in years (no, it's not worksafe, so don't even pretend; I blame Warren Ellis). And to cleanse your visual palate, I present you with an adorable kitten picture: