I’ve debated with myself as to whether to post this dream, because it’s just about the squickiest scenario ever, and I’m horrified that my subconscious has come up with it.
Abel thougt it was hilarious, though, so I decided to go ahead and post it.
You see, I dreamed that I was caned by… ahem… George W. Bush.
He came to my old school, and I was rude to him. So his personal guard, or whatever presidents have, caught me and made me bend over while he was handed a cane. He gave me six of the best.
Now, this being a dream, the caning didn’t hurt at all, so I could be stoic and proud under duress. When he was done, I said, “Do you feel better now, Mr President?”
Then I woke up, and thought, ewwwwww!!!!
See, I didn’t believe the blog title.
That was a SERIOUSLY squicky dream. I can’t bear the thought of the two of you together! Think I must wash my brain before bed.
Eww. Sick, sick woman, to have a dream like that.
What a horrid dream!
You should be spanked for having it….
Still could be worse – it could have been one of the British politicians…
ROFL!!! I agree with Abel: a very very funny dream.
By the way, the President’s guards are the Secret Service. Those are the fellows in suits and dark glasses that congregate around the “Leader of the Free World” when he’s out and about.
Such an unrealistic dream! Surely W would have someone else do his dirty work for him so he could lounge at his ranch.
On the other hand, dreaming you were caned by Dick Cheney would be even worse…
Oh Lord, I had just gotten over you telling me that – the horrors, the horrors!
I wouldn’t mind taking a few from Harriet Harman, perhaps. Could you send her along to The States?
But George W? Good grief! Hasn’t he punished you enough!