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A dream like that on a feverish night had me break into a terrible sweet...
I dreamed we got invaded. America got overrun by legals from outer space. Heavenly aliens visited USA in saucers. The first demand was to ask their high school pals this: "Sweetheart, you want a 'doohickeys' on your neck?" Then take 'us' to M.M's to have those savory Mauling Martini's with some of Howard Kurtis's software. H.K's Brand Pita-Chips are fried in untestable Org. trans fats, approved by the AFT's OMB low-Cholesterol oils flown in with B-52's from Afghanistan's oil smugglers."
A dream such as that makes me/you/A world want to move to Texamericana to have some Pesto and various Sundries of Sun-Chips at Bush's Ranch for Easter break? We can parrot, "Polly not want more war, Michelle, anymore!"
Then, from heaven to purgatory to limbo HERE on terestrial Earth, and also for all the Middle East's Sane-Kurd's sake, we can eat sliced garlic. Share some cinnamon cookies with the Easter Bunny before he hops all over town? How 'bout that dream, Nick?
Is there a non-neocon necromancer interpreter of bad dreams who will tell the naked meaning? thanks? The Easter bunny always is happy and says, 'Your welcome.' hush. People are still asleep. Let's wake up by natural means.
