Anyone up for a little dream interpretation?

[dampscribbler]

I dreamed I was buying Jelly Bellies to give to President Bush for his birthday. I was also making him a curtain out of three layers of gauzy material (that ended up wrinkling like paper, which didn't seem very nice.)

I said to my mom "one good thing about Reagan -- Jelly Bellies," and she agreed.

The guy at the store told me the Jelly Bellies were made out back of the store -- it was ground contamination that made them have that sour flavor I like. I had been nibbling on some and decided not to eat any more of them.

I hoped that Bush wouldn't call me a "good Republican" or ask if I were going to vote for him in November, because I would have to tell him that I'm not a Republican of any sort, I had no intention of voting for him in November, and I didn't even like him.

Yet I wanted to give him a birthday gift. (Albeit a ground-contaminated wrinkled one?) I was actually quite excited to be giving him something I thought he would like (the Jelly Bellies) and something I thought he could use (the curtain, although it never quite got finished nicely.)

Isn't that strange.

Edited to add: I just looked it up, and Bush's birthday is coming up July 6.

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The veil between the worlds -- I hadn't thought of that. When I was typing it, I did consider the linguistic possibility -- "it's curtains for your administration!"