Last night - in a dream, of course - I was sitting on the couch in George W. Bush's house listening to a well-known journalist interview our former president.
I don't know why I was there. It's not as though George and I are best buds. Heck, I haven't even met the guy - and I don't know any journalists, either.
But during the interview, Bush said something so incredible, so noteworthy, so newsworthy that I had to make a note of it. So I dug out my little dogeared notebook, the one I use for shopping lists, and started to write it down, verbatim.
Bush had left the room by then, but that reporter tried to see what I was writing, so I decided to scribble even worse than usual, so he couldn't read it. But,... I couldn't remember the line I wanted to write down!
You know how bad your memory is in dreams? Well, my memory, at least. I don't know about you, but I can't remember anything in dreams. I leave a party and I can't remember where I parked my truck, or how I got there at all. I try to remember the details of a point I'm trying to make, and it's like wading through a fog.
I'm introduced to someone and I can't remember her name. (OK, that always happens when I'm awake, too.) But even things that happened earlier in that same dream seem completely out of reach, no matter how hard I try to remember.
In this case, I could remember the gist of the sentence,... but even that faded as I struggled to remember the exact wording of it.
And it was so important, too! It shed such light on our former president's mindset! It explained so much about the nonstop disaster that was the George W. Bush administration! It would have made such a great blog post!
But I guess you'll have to make do with this, instead. :)
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