Cheney Snakes!! A head full of Cheney Snakes...

[sfwriter]

I had a darned strange dream Friday night. It contains some disturbing images.
I'm calling it the Cheney Snake dream.



I was in a dive hospital off of E. 14th street in downtown Oakland. This is a notoriously bad part of town. I live about a mile away.

I was with a couple of female astronauts and a couple of male astronauts. We had just de-orbited in the space shuttle. I was being debriefed after an unsuccessful and frustrating attempt at zero-g sex. (Come to think of it, those male astronauts may have been female cosmonauts. It can be hard to tell.) Don't ask me why we landed in Oakland. I have NO idea. Dream logic after all.

Anyhow, I look across the hall and find President Bush in a bed there. He is slack jawed, obviously drugged, with a bit of drool running down his chin. The nurse comes in, and I say, "Hey, what's wrong with him? This is dangerous having the President in this condition."

Defensively, the nurse says he is on massive doses of antidepressants but he still has 30% to 60% of his mental faculties. I'm in a panic now. They are hiding him here. I'm saying, "He wasn't too bright before! This is crazy! I need my Presidents at full strength. Why don't people know about this? There is an election coming up."

The nurse presses the call button and two bears walk in, realistic, live bears with big Smokey the Bear hats on and Secret Service badges around their necks. I run and they chase me. I remember that bears can't run down stairs and get away. (Dream logic again...)

Instantly, I find myself in Tennessee telling a good friend about this as if I've been on the run for a few days. I'm planning to hide out there in his kitchen when Dick Cheney comes crawling, Gollum-like, out from under the sink. He resembles a large cockroach with reptile skin.

The Cheney thing points a boney finger at me and says, "It ruins it. It ruins it all."

We start fighting Cheney and he turns into a giant snake with Cheney's face and snake eyes. We beat him with pans, dishes, and what have you. He opens his mouth and reveals a set of fangs and I find myself in his coils. Holding the Cheney Snake's head back by the lower chin. I begin biting through his neck. I have to really claw and grind and chew, but finally his head comes off.

The Cheney Snake's eyes dart around the room and I go to pick it up so I'll have some proof that this happened. My friend says, "Watch out, it can still bite."

I wake up with the last image in my head of the Cheney Snake glaring up triumphantly at my outstretched hand. The Cheney Snakes fangs drip menacingly as I try to find a place to grab it.

I told my wife about it and she said, "Oooo-kay... No more politics for you this weekend."

Any amateur dream analysts want to go for it? Anyone else dreaming of Cheney Snakes?

[smirkymonkey]

1. Wow! Are you writing an expose or something of that nature?

sounds like you posess knowledge that you think the administration would not want exposed to the public. Cheney as fanged snake makes sense, but there is obviously a lot of other symbolism in there that I am not qualified to explain.

Sure you haven't been experimenting w/ hallucinogens? Then again, my dreams are usually along those lines and my only drugs are caffeine and sugar.

[sfwriter]

2. Just sugar...

that's my only drug.

I do detect a hint of the Capitol Hill Blue article about George on antidepressants. The rest is just strange...

I've had that Cheney Snake image in my head all weekend.

[WannaJumpMyScooter]

3. Stop taking the brown acid. How many times do you have to

be told?

[Beware the Beast Man]

4. Sounds like Graduation Day on Buffy.

Perhaps the Ascension will occur on election day...