Bill Clinton...

I don't trust politicians. In fact, a little psychotic, yet genius (isn't that always the irony of intelligence?) little inner version of me is quite the conspiracy theorist. I LOVED the Clinton economy, which is the very era of my youth that invited me to join the Navy. I didn't, at the time anyway, realized the death toll associated with overseas conflicts resulting from Clintion-mania, but I felt safe, and was, enough to join. In fact, bonuses and military perks were more abundant during that democratic span then during the Bush years.

Well, anyway, despite that strange little voice inside my bowels that asks what the Clintons have to do with the Bushes, and why the economy can be played like a fiddle, and why Hillary is in now, as anticipated, and why, why, why...

I dream of Mr. Clinton?

Yup. ...and no. It's not a Monica Lewinsky-type of dream... but I'm close to this guy? Weirdness ensues during my awakening from slumber as I realize my closeness to this man is welcomed... in my dreams.

In the first dream, my mom and I are most definately waiting for him near some steps by some serene, historic town. We all ride a horse and buggy deal, and Mr. Clinton's sitting between my mom and I. Very close, we all sit to eachother.

Last night, I dreamed he was trying to show something to me? I don't know. He might have come across as looney or something, but I believed him. He showed me some secret passage in some apartment place, then something cryptic to be encoded in some hand-held game machine. He was totally serious about trying to reveal this message to me, which, interestingly, had the feeling of conspiracy theory all over it. Hmph. I wonder what it was?

I don't think much about Bill Clinton, other then the fact that I find him to be uber good with words. I just love word-smiths. I'm enthralled with them, and find Hillary to be quite crafty with words too (in a devilish sort of way, yet still impressive).

I once had a dream a younger Al Gore was playing cards with some other folks at my mom's house, and I was eye-balling him, but he left with some other girl and they both drove off in a Volkswagon Rabit. I think they were carpooling to save money, fuel, and the world. Oh well. That was very different from the Clinton dreams.

Sooo... has anyone else had these Bill Clinton dreams? I'm still voting for, you know, my guy. g.u.y. Yeah, so, if some sort of mind-beam has been launched through-out America... it didn't work.

If it's just me, I hope Aetna covers mental evaluations. ... because Aetna sure covers little else, (but I have it, despite its cost... despite it not being mandatory...yada yada yada).