I dreamed that I was in the Bush's private home (not the Whitehouse) at night. The home was an enormous mansion, with an unbelivable amount of luxery. The President wasn't there, just his wife. I was a presidential advisor, the position, which I advised the President to create, was Democratic Advisor. I gave the President the democratic viewpoint of each issue and suggest in a gentle manner, a decision that would appease both Democrats and Republicans. In my opinon, I was just trying to prevent the President decisions from being a little less crazy. I was having casual chit chat with Mrs. Bush. She sat on comf chair next to the couch I was sitting on. She was sipping champagne. She had a bottle out on the coffee table, and had a glass there for me. I decided not to drink. I remember the Bible's advice not to indulge of your hosts' choice drink and food unless the host or King insists on it. At first, we talked about nothing important but was before the rain began to fall. It rained more rain than this city ever got in it's history. I looked out at the rain, and I heard thunder, but saw no ligtening. I could tell the sky was completely blanketed by clouds. I said to Mrs. Bush if it ever got too bad, I'd send for the helicopter to come get her. I'd just take the car. I saw a white civillian helicopter fly over with all it's lights on. Strange, I thought it would be some sort of secret military 'black' helicopters since we were at the Bush's estate. I saw the sky begin to clear as the rain passed by, I saw VENUS very brilliantly shining gold in the sky. The bad news came, thanks to some sort of bad legislation pushed by MR. PRESIDENT BUSH, every person working in this pleasant city lost his or her job. I started to wonder if I was out of a job too. I learned I was still securely employed. I began to bring to MRS. LAURA BUSH'S attention about issues of National Security and other very important issues that the PRESIDENT was ignoring or handling very poorly. She was upset, not at me, but at her stubborn husband and the way he was deciding things just didn't sit well with her personal convictions. We talked some more and the conversation got very personal. She was so lonely....this was a lonely marriage for her and she wasn't the type that like to be wined and dined...she'd like to do some remodeling with her husband to feel closer to him....she decided to leave the PRESIDENT in secret. She left and the spilt was kept a secret. I started to wonder about the future...then I was there in the future, and because I spoke exactly what GOD gave me to say, people were awed....I was thrust into the spotlight, suddenly everyone's attention was on me. Everyone that was famous or not famous wanted to be a 'friend' of mine. There were supporters and there were enimies. Before me were several tall towers. I knew each represented a political office and I had the opportunity to climb to the top, but people at the top were armed with rocks which they planned to hurl down on my head. My supporters were armed with guns and they shouted to me, "Don't do it, leave that for the professionals!" So I climbed down. Back to the Bush home. It was the next morning. The President was distraught and he didn't care at all about being PRESIDENT. The first thing he did was start a remodeling job. He knew...he never lestined, he never found the time.....now it was too late.... This the second dream or third dream since the President's adminstration that I dreamed Laura Bush would leave her husband.

That wasn't a dream squirrel, that was a nightmare.

The bottle was Georgies....did it say Wild Turkey on it?