Monday, May 28, 2007

When You Wake Up Saying WTF ???

Ok I had to blog about this maybe someone can help me explain this your input is greatly appreciated..I usually don't remember any of my dreams & if I do its very little like bits and pieces here and there but last night I had a dream and I remember it so vividly... The dream was about President Bush..A few days ago I heard the song Dear Mr. President by Pink(its a good song i'll post the lyrics at the end of this post)..But anyways in the dream I went and applied for a job somewhere and instead of filling out the application I ended up writing a letter to the President and some how he ended up getting it and he came to my apt with some secret service and some people from the media and they said we could sit down and talk..I had to sign some papers and I noticed that it didn't say I couldn't record our conversation and I got a tape recorder and taped it because I knew even though the media was there they would cut things out. So we are sitting there talking about the war and differnt things and I ask him what would you do if your daughter married a man who was to be sent to fight in Iraq and all he would say is I don't know I would take care of it and deal with it and then I woke up..So I am wondering when he said he would take care of it would he keep her from marrying him or would he find some way to get him out of being shipped out to Iraq ? I don't know why I remember this dream so well..So this is what has me think WTF is this suppose to mean ???? Anyone want to guess..As promised below are the lyric to Dear Mr President by Pink let me know what you think of the song

Dear Mr. President
By Pink


Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people
and You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you sayNo child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would You?

2 comments:

red scorpion said...

Was that the last song you heard before you went to bed? Sometimes when I have the radio before I go to sleep, all of a sudden I am a flirt in the club like r kelly, or I am trying to give my man my umbrella like rihianna.

P.S. tried to email you again at your aol address I got it back undeliverable.

~~R~~ said...

Actually if was a few days inbetween hearing the song and having the dream...my email is fluffychicksrule@aol.com hopefully that will work