If only...

5.6.2005
Had a dream last night that I was at some party and the Bush cabinet was there as well. Holly was sitting right next to him at a picnic table in some grand ballroom (you know, texas/oil money style) I approach them and tell him to get away from my wife. He just sits and shakes with that dumb grin and chuckle of his, while I let him know in no uncertain terms with each step towards them how much of an asshole I really think - and know - that he is. A short 100 words spewed forth calmly, but with the delivery of Yosemite Sam… I make a lunge over the table for his throat as Secret Service start flying in from all directions. I wake up.