Current location:	dorm room
Current mood:	sleepy
Current music:	"It's all coming back me to"
Entry tags:	dreams

dreams...
Weird dream:

I was pretty much myself. Normal capabilities. And somehow I'd become secretary/driver/pilot to the President. I think the scenery started out of a big airplane r spaceship, but it shifted to ground operations and cars later. The President was... odd. The former Presidents had been all serious people, but this President did silly things. He made humorous comments, jokes, and make serious business less so. At one point he did something ridiculous like sitting in jello or something in the passenger seat of a vehicle that slid and then stopped in the middle of a street, and I definitely freaked out and had to drag him back before something hit him.

For some reason I considered myself to have failed because I let this happen, but he comforted me and told me it was okay. I flew him places, in an airplane or helicopter, I think. Both at night and in the daytime. And I sent messages for him by email. And there was this really patriotic town we visited, and the President decided that some army would practice their exercises in the area, but not in the town proper because the people would get in the way too much because they were so patriotic. The last thing I remember was meeting some distant relatives of mine, and them being in the same car with myself and the President.

First this girl was driving and making snide remarks at me with these ugly, malformed teeth in her mouth. Seriously, one of her front teeth was like, the width of three, kind of reminiscent of beaver teeth, but somehow it fit in her mouth. She looked normal, other than this eternal sneer on her face when she looked at me. The mother didn't sneer as much, but she didn't like me either.

Then we stopped for something at a gas station, and the President took over driving, and I and the ugly-toothed girl had an argument over the radio. It was a neat radio, too, it had a station that was purely anime music. I was trying to put that on, but the ugly-toothed girl, with the silent support of her mother and at least one sister, was trying to put on some soft rock station. The President, who was driving, said nothing and seemed to have no opinion on the matter. Finally, I ended up relinquishing the radio in frustration, and I think the President told me I did the right thing after they'd left. Then my alarm woke me up.