It's 3 am Mr. President

I dreamed strangely all night, but many of the details are very sketchy. At one point, I was a CIA agent who was working protection detail for the president. (It wasn't Bush, just some random face from my subconcious) The phone rings, and as I answer it, I notice the clock says 3 am.

"Hello?"

"Lisa, I need tickets for Disney World."

"I'm sorry, that would be impossible at this time Mr. President."

"Why?"

"It's 3 am Mr. President. They are not open." He then proceeded to tell me that by the time he got his family out of bed, and flew to Orlando, they would be open, but he wanted the tickets to be waiting for him. As patiently as I could, I emplained why that would not work at this time.

There was a bit more, but the next thing I remember is being standing on the end of an old highway. It was broken and jagged, over grown, and looked terrible. The city rose up around me.

I was now an assistant to the President, overseeing a new work program. The city had built up on top of itself, growing taller and taller. As people moved up, literally, the lower levels of the cities were becoming run down as the people abandoned them. It was the idea of the administration to put inmates to work renovating the abandoned low levels of the cities.

I woke up just as we were starting to re-pave. I don't remember much of how the program worked, but it was only going to cost the city 2 million because of low labor costs...

posted by Lisa at 1:37 PM |