Last night after a fun evening of playing D&D with my good friends Sarah, Matt, Brian, Jay, Pat, Bob, and Patty I finally got home at about 1 AM.  After 20 minutes of playing HALO I realized I was completely zonked, and I crashed on the couch.   Then, I dreamt...

I was arriving at some kind of academy or school which vaguely resembled my college (UMass Dartmouth).  It was some sort of political convention center... there were political signs everywhere, and famous political figures, activists, and commentators doing book signings.  I have no idea why I was there, but I was supposed to be there for some reason.  Commentator, maybe?

Shortly after arriving I spotted George Bush standing next to a helicopter and talking to some of his supporters.  Not really wanting to hear what he had to say because I knew it would piss me off, I decided to avoid him and went off to some other part of the convention.  There were drunk football players and rowdy jocks everywhere, and people driving in weird cars that had six wheels and vaguely resembled enclosed golf carts.

After a day hobnobbing with various nameless politicians I went to my room and went to sleep.  Then I dreamt...

It's midmorning at the covention center and I am wandering along one of the corridors heading to the cafeteria.  George Bush comes out of a door on the left, spots me, smiles and wanders over, and begins walking beside me.

"Chuck!" he says, for some reason effecting a Sean Connery accent.  Our president is known to be a joker, so I played along.

"George!" I say back, effecting the same accent.

"Would you care to join me for lunch?" he asks.

 Oh gawd, I'm thinking, how annoying would THAT be? "Not particularly, sir.", I say.

The president looks disappointed and we stop walking.  "Why not?"

"Because, having already spent four years in your company, I've had quite enough of you as it is.  I voted against you before and I'm going to vote against you again."

George gives me a sort of sad look and takes on a condescending tone.  "It's true," he says, "a lot of people voted against me in the last election, but after it was over, there were plenty of folks who wanted to join me for lunch."

"Yeah well, a lot of them have lost their appetite." I say, and walk away, leaving the President standing by himself.

At this point I awaken, chuckling at this funny little dream, and spend the second day at the academy recounting it to other people who all laugh about it.  Michael Moore and Al Gore think it is hilarious.  Dick Cheney doesn't get it.

Then in the evening I get run over in the parking lot by a drunk football player driving a six-wheeled enclosed golf-cart.  And that's when I woke up (again) to find myself snoozing on the couch with the fan blowing on me and the HALO music playing quietly from the TV.

This morning I recounted the nested dream(s) to my wife and went online to see if there was any literature about dreams within dreams.  I found one guy talkng about a similar experience... on a message board for adventure gamers.  Maybe it would be best not to play D&D in the evening.

I've had partially nested dreams before, where you are dreaming, and then you dream you wake up, and then are surprised when you wake up again.  But this was the first fully nested dream I ever experienced.  Weird.  Very weird... but apparently, not unusual.

Anybody else ever have a dream within a dream?  Anybody else ever dream about refusing a lunch date with the President?