Most of it I don't remember, except that there were a lot of young pregnant women. I think I may have been supposed to be a social worker, or something like that.
At the end, though, I was having a snowball fight with George W. Bush.
He wasn't very good at it - but what can you expect from a Texan? And I felt sorry for the poor guy, none of his family would come outside and play in the snow with him.
It's odd, usually if the people in my dreams are recognizable, they're people I know, not public figures. I guess that's what I get for flipping channels just before bedtime during the Republican Convention.