dreams

They come every so often.

These dreams to haunt me.

Which is funny because I haven't worked there for two and a half years--longer than my span there. But something in my subconscious won't let it go. They say dreams are your attempt to work through issues. I guess I still have issues.

It always starts the same way. They ask me to sub for a day in my old position as a medical receptionist. For some reason, though I hated the job, I always say yes. And every time, the same thing happens.

"My wife's creative," my husband . Only he said "creative" more like he does when he says "crazy."
I had just told him and a few others about my dream the night before.
You see, in my dream, President Bush had stopped all production of food and other such things in order to fund a new upcoming war. The government kept this new war hush-hush. The people that foretold about it turned into parrots. Well, their heads turned into parrots. Their bodies remained human.
The war was against the pirates.