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newnumber6Wherein I compose an anti-Bush political cartoon in my sleep (even if I could never draw it), and join the military in all my slackerish ways.
Okay, first the cartoon. The dream was more or less me trying go draw it or get someone to draw it. The political cartoon itself (and in the ways dreams do, it sort of shifted slightly mid-dream): Basically an 'Anonymous Suggestion Box' at the Bush White House. Except there are cameras and scanners around it so that they know exactly who submitted any suggestion. Someone submits a 'Maybe you should stop illegally wiretapping' type suggestion, and the next panel shows the Secret Police style people reading it and looking over the footage and saying something to the effect of 'He's giving aid and comfort to the terrorists. Fire him and put him under investigation.'
(Okay, so that's a bit lame and still vague and unformed but for something I came up with in my sleep I think it's not bad. Anyone who actually is secretly a political cartoonist and on my friendslist is welcome to it)
The other dream was one where somehow I was in the military. Except, again, somehow, I managed to skip all the basic training and such and already had a post and such, except since I was so new and skipped the training, I still had long hair and when a superior officer came in I didn't really know how to react. I sort of stiffened to attention and tried to remember to respond to his questions with 'sir', but I was also too quiet for his tastes. My stepfather (who actually is no longer in the military anymore actually) was also there and when the General (or whatever he was) was distracted directed me out of the room so he wouldn't figure out I hadn't gone through basic training. He took me to the gym where I was supposed to work on my physical fitness to try and get up to snuff before he saw me again - which was likely to be only in a few hours. Also there was some requirement about not being allowed to wear jeans while on duty, what's up with that? So I had to find my gym shorts (which was another reason we'd gone to the gym, because we couldn't get uniform pants on short notice but gym shorts were regulation) and change before the General came back and noticed I was in jeans. But I woke up before I found them.
I dunno, maybe it was my subconscious telling me 'get a haircut and start exercising more'.
Okay, first the cartoon. The dream was more or less me trying go draw it or get someone to draw it. The political cartoon itself (and in the ways dreams do, it sort of shifted slightly mid-dream): Basically an 'Anonymous Suggestion Box' at the Bush White House. Except there are cameras and scanners around it so that they know exactly who submitted any suggestion. Someone submits a 'Maybe you should stop illegally wiretapping' type suggestion, and the next panel shows the Secret Police style people reading it and looking over the footage and saying something to the effect of 'He's giving aid and comfort to the terrorists. Fire him and put him under investigation.'
(Okay, so that's a bit lame and still vague and unformed but for something I came up with in my sleep I think it's not bad. Anyone who actually is secretly a political cartoonist and on my friendslist is welcome to it)
The other dream was one where somehow I was in the military. Except, again, somehow, I managed to skip all the basic training and such and already had a post and such, except since I was so new and skipped the training, I still had long hair and when a superior officer came in I didn't really know how to react. I sort of stiffened to attention and tried to remember to respond to his questions with 'sir', but I was also too quiet for his tastes. My stepfather (who actually is no longer in the military anymore actually) was also there and when the General (or whatever he was) was distracted directed me out of the room so he wouldn't figure out I hadn't gone through basic training. He took me to the gym where I was supposed to work on my physical fitness to try and get up to snuff before he saw me again - which was likely to be only in a few hours. Also there was some requirement about not being allowed to wear jeans while on duty, what's up with that? So I had to find my gym shorts (which was another reason we'd gone to the gym, because we couldn't get uniform pants on short notice but gym shorts were regulation) and change before the General came back and noticed I was in jeans. But I woke up before I found them.
I dunno, maybe it was my subconscious telling me 'get a haircut and start exercising more'.
