Living in W
Thursday, October 7th, 2004I’ve obviously been thinking too much about politics lately…
Last night, I dreamt that my boyfriend and I were forced to rent a cheaper house. On moving day, we arrived to find that the officers of the County Democrats Club were there to help us.
They had blueprints of the house that the landlord had given them. They were angry because the blueprints were missing sections, making it impossible to figure out the layout. We had no idea where to put things.
The new place had long, skinny rooms that were built on angles. We couldn’t figure out how to get furniture into them and still have space to walk. The landlord finally showed us a room that could accomodate a bed, but then said some other people were already using that part of the house.
I was outraged. The lease we signed was for a whole house. The landlord had broken our agreement. Why were these other people getting the best parts of a house that we already paid for? Our part of the house provided no privacy, security or comfort.
The landlord insisted that everything was fine, that privacy wasn’t an issue and that he’d make sure we were secure. I pointed out that he hadn’t done a very good job so far, but he ignored me. My boyfriend whispered in my ear that the Club secretary had found a complete blueprint of the house. Perhaps I could use it to work out a solution. I went off to find her.
She was looking at the blueprint as I approached. She turned to me with a grim look on her face and held it up for me to see. I realized with horror that the house was built in the shape of a giant “W”. We had moved into George W. Bush.
I awoke in a cold sweat.