Another bad night: I was on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier the U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln. G. W. Bush was again wearing his complete dress-up aviator's flight-suit, which looked way too small for him and too tight. It made him walk very stiffly as he carried a huge oversized silver tray upon which loomed a big fake papier-mâché turkey. The president was toddling tentatively forward this way, with his "turkey," presenting it to the brave airmen of the U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln.

Bush was smiling his little knowing smile and winking, while his airmen warriors were wildly cheering him on. I wondered if they were cheering for the "aviator president" or his enormous turkey stuffed with papier-mâché. (Though it did look really yummy!)

The aircraft carrier was very real in my dream, but it had been turned around, just so, to better catch the proper sunlight and build an enchanting scene. It was the best flight-suit photo opportunity yet for the president. It was an exciting "top gun spectacle.” I was impressed, along with everyone else.

The president never said a word. He simply smiled and nodded knowingly. He was acknowledging the cheers. But just then, as the president was looking his most gallant and heroic, he tripped, stubbing a toe. OOPS! His large fake turkey slid off his huge silver tray and plopped onto the flight deck! Then it quickly zipped over the slightly tilting surface of the deck and toppled right over the edge of the carrier, the U.S.S. Abraham Lincoln, and fell, fell, fell, down, down, down, into the extremely dark and cold waters of the boiling ocean below!

As all of the wildly enthusiastic cheering abruptly stopped, the corp's gasp of awe filled the air. After a moment of dumb-struck silence, two authentic young Naval airmen jumped over the side to save the “turkey.” As they were swimming toward the enormous bobbing bird, I woke up!

And I woke up thinking it was a terrible shame that those boys had to jump over the side, down into the deep blue sea to save the president’s fabricated “turkey.” But, that’s the way things have been going lately.

A special report by Oblivia Offenfaulty