So I had this dream about Bush and Kerry, I will try to remember the details.
Bush and Kerry are giving speeches, but it’s in like a hotel meeting room that has those flimsy wall separators up, and each of them have their own room. The dream starts as Bush is ending his speech, his huge-seeming crowd going wild, confetti being thrown, all this shit. I see this on the TV even though he is in the wall-separated room next to us.
I see the support he has and I walk up to Kerry, who I’ve never met, squeeze his knee and sob at him.
“You can NOT let that man WIN” I cry.
So Kerry and I bond, and I become his #1, he didnt have any people around him to speak of, and his crowd of supporters was tiny and quiet. As Bush is finishing, hotel workers move the walls out of the way, and I see that his room is much smaller than Kerrys, packed with the same number of people as Kerry, and that the image on CNN had been really misleading.
So Kerry starts his speech, and a few comments into it, Bush walks in and starts taking over. Challenging everything he says with his scripted bullshit we’ve been hearing for months. And I start heckling him. Man, I really wish I remembered the conversations I had with him, cause I was really plugging him some good ones. He was getting PISSED, and kept twitching and shit. He was also periodically gesturing to a camera guy who seemed to always orbit me, it was obvious he was a hired hand for the GOP.
I heckled Bush off the stage once, Kerry starts talking again, then Bush comes back but this time off the stage.. in front of it. He throws an arm around me trying to be intimidating and starts mocking me.
“So, you’re gonna get all your little friends to vote huh?”
‘Yeah man. Everyone is going to vote this time.’
“Not necessarily.”
He glares at me, confirming the implication that he will once again steal the election and ‘lose’ votes, and walks away.
I run back to Kerry and share the juicy gossip, to which we press foreheads and cackle like evil witches and rub our hands together. I figure we’ve got that fucker by the balls, and Kerry is going to sleigh him when he gets back to his speech.
But that doesn’t happen. The fucker never brings it up! Instead, while Kerry is reciting his buzzphrases, Bush comes back, looking all menacing, glaring at me from the side of the stage. The camera guy who’s been following me (but not shooting me. Just being close) drops his camera case, and a mirid of strange looking items falls out. None of it looked like what would be contained in a camera case.
Bush acts freaked out and motions to the camera guy to cover the shit up before someone sees it.
I start screaming at him, asking “What exactly is in this case that you don’t want me to see?!” and in my hippy activism, I defiantly snatch up a paper covered package and rip it open.
A gas cloud emerges and I can’t breathe. I look at Bush who is now laughing at the fact that I fell into his trap so easily. The camera guy looks regretful and shrugs at me. Somehow, I am the only person effected by this poison gas. Through all this Kerry is talking to the crowd, but they are rather unreactive and bored looking, yet none of them notice what is happening to me. They are all like zombies. Zombies who don’t notice that this nazi fucker just poisoned me.
I crawl in front of the stage, under camera view, to the side which has stairs. I continue to crawl halfway up the stairs but collapse before I can make it to Kerry and tell him what’s going on. As I pass out, I hear something seemingly from the future ringing through my head: a headline on CNN, about the scandal that nearly lost Bush the re-election, when I lied and said I had been poisoned, and the papers reported that I never did crawl to the stage where I am laying right then, and I once again curse the American media.
Then I wake up.