2 June 2005: Trippin' wit da Dub

Last night I dreamed that Argus and I did 2CB with George W. Bush.

I shit ye not.

We were in a nice suburban living room with a sliding glass door that looked out onto a sunny lawn with a pool. I know that there was some good dream-logic reason why the three of us had to be tripping together, but I don't remember what that reason was.

Argus and I had the attitude of, "We don't like or trust this guy, but we may as well be pleasant because we're stuck here tripping together, and because if he has a good time tripping with us we might be able to influence him for the better in some way." Dubya, for his part, seemed to have exactly that same attitude toward us.

The one bit of conversation I remember verbatim:

Argus: Sometimes it seems like this country is like a vehicle so ramshackle and complicated that it just can't be steered accurately at all anymore.

Dubya: You have a very good point. It worries me that even though I've been President all this time, I still don't really feel like I'm in control yet.

Me: It worries us that you say "yet."

(Dubya collapses in a fit of laughter.)