I've had several dreams in the past week... here are a few interesting
highlights...
In one of them, I got to meet Leona Helmsley, and she seemed like such a nice
lady, and we went out to dinner and had a great time.  She's supposed to be
the meanest woman alive, but we got along fine in the dream.
     I also had a long dream where I was the president, though not Clinton,
fortunately, and I was in Russia for some reason.  I remember that I was
sick, and a helicopter was coming to get me to take me to an American
hospital, and the Russians were threatening to shoot it and to nuke America,
and the Russian Prime Minister and I were trying to form some kind of peace
before the commander of the Red Army attacked the U.S.  I ended up in a
Porche that was in a car chase, and I made it to a helicopter, which was an
Apache I think, and I flew it over Moscow trying to find the palace where I
was to meet the Prime Minister, and I remember very clearly flying over the
skyscrapers, and it was night, and I could see the glow from below.
     In a dream last night I dreamed that I was talking to someone, and
suddenly I started speaking in an Australian accent, and I didn't know why,
and I tried to stop, but whenever I said anything, it was in that accent, I
was unable to control it.
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