I have no idea why, but my dream was like a mix (far-fected mix) of The Da Vinci Code, American Treasure, and ... I don't know what else. But something, all right.

Unfortunately I don't remember all of it, though. 'Cause if I did, I think I might have the new American novel (NOT!) ... okay, it might just make the top ten, though.

In my dream, I worked at the White House. Some kind of counsellor. Who know, maybe I was a blonde Ms. Rice. Heavens knows, I spent enough time with the president, but not the action hero (played by Ben Affleck. Meh. He's an okay actor. It's fine since he was off doing his action-hero-y stuff. And I got to spend time with Mr. President played by the luciously-accented Hugh Laurie. Hee hee.)(And, in my dream, I wasn't married. And my mom was there. Nothing naughty, don't worry!).

In what I can remmeber of my dream, the treasure involved was precious documents that were underground the White House ... and Ben Affleck had to use this underground ship-THING to get them back from some evil group. Terrorists or Communists or something. While he's doing that, my mom and I are walking around the White House lobby (or something, since I've never been there and all) as I'm giving her a tour. We hear this strange whistling ... ONOZ!!1! IT'S A MISSLE!! HEADED STRAIGHT FOR THE WHITE HOUSE!!!

So my mom and I pack a box of breakables from our families that, for whatever reason, are on display (even though these breakables?? Never seen them before. But it's a dream, so ... yeah).
And I run down to try and save the precious documents and see that, after pulling at the door, that the president has shot part of the door so it can't open. How will Mr. Action Star Ben Affleck get through??!? (He's an action star. He'll find a way. It's his job.)

We run outside and down the street and see the jet deploy a missle which shoots off haphazardly and hits the White House.

But ... WHERE'S THE PRESIDENT?!??

So, I go running back in. For a missle having hit it, the place is pretty okay. Yeah, there are smoking, blackened timbers and schrapnel around ...
I run to the Oval Office and pull open the door.
Calmly turning around to see what the commotion is about is Mr. President Hugh Laurie!
Ienvelop the dear president in a hug, since he's ALL RIGHT! And I WAS WORRIED! And notice that his hair is really soft.
Awkward.

And then I woke up. I'm sure that Mr. Action Star Ben Affleck has the treasured documents as his not-quite-submarine-but-not-quite-Batmobile washes up on the Virginia Coast and he commandeers a fast car to bring the precious documents to the President, who will find it his duty as an American to bring this knowledge to light to serve his people.

And my mom and I will place our heirlooms back on display in the lobby and fix a door or something.

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