I need help interpreting a dream.
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First the dream itself, then some background.
So I go to visit my wife's cousin who lives in New York, who's this rabid, right-wing racist reactionary type. He's beside himself because he has a golden retriever who has arthritis and is having major problems walking. However, I think I have a solution, because it turns out Bill Clinton--in addition to being the 42nd President of the United States, head of the Clinton Foundation, and a should-have-been First Gentleman--also turns out to be a world renown dog whisperer capable of curing all your dog's ailments. And he's appearing somewhere in upstate New York. So I convince my cousin-in-law to travel upstate, even though he naturally despises Bill Clinton. I suppose he's just very desperate to help his dog and will try anything.
So we have to go upstate, but problems ensue because we are being stalked by these debt-collectors who keep on tagging on all these phony debts to our accounts and then threatening to sue us over them. We have to desperately attempt to avoid them, and eventually we have to hole up in some old motel for the night.
In the meantime, there's a hurricane approaching, and it's really windy and stormy outside and there are ongoing power outages. We're both concerned about our cell phones and how much battery is left in them, but my cousin-in-law is insistent we can't unplug our cellphones or else we'll lose everything that's on them. And because he wants us to keep going, he asks me to go find lots of extension cords so we can keep moving with our cellphones which are being charged in the motel.
So I venture out, trying to avoid the debt collectors who are still constantly around trying to harass me, all while the wind is swirling around me. And I go from gas station convenience store to gas station convenience store trying to buy an extension cord, but they're all closed in advance of the storm. Finally, I find a gas station that is open, I go to buy the cord, and it just so turns out that appear at that very gas station convenience store that very day is....Dog Whisperer Bill Clinton!
So I hurry back to the motel to tell my cousin-in-law, we plug in our phones to the extension cord and we head on over to the gas station with his dog. By that time, the line to see Clinton is really long, and we know he's only supposed to there for a short while. So we're pessimistic we'll get seen. My cousin-in-law attempts to cut in line, pissing lots of people off. Meanwhile, my shirt is all dirty and gross from being out in the storm, so I take it off. It looks like we're out of luck and we see Bill Clinton getting ready to leave but I decide to step up and approach him. And even though I look like a raggy old bum without a shirt, I stand up and look him in the eye and ask if he can help my cousin-in-law's dog. And I'm so proud how confident I feel under the circumstances. And then my cousin-in-law comes up and I'm all nervous because he's a crazy conservative and he'll just go off on him....but he sheepishly and embarrassingly just asks Clinton to help his dog. So I get a little kick out of seeing that, this big, bad conservative type who talks all macho is groveling for Bill Clinton to help him.
So President Clinton takes the dog out back, where it's beginning to storm hard. He whispers something in the dog's ear, and it starts running around, pretty quickly losing its limp, to the point where it's completely normal again. And Bill Clinton turns to me and tells me that the dog really was just faking it all along, and because he knows he doesn't want to get wet in the storm, he's just decided to drop the act and walk normal again. Everyone is happy, including my crazy conservative cousin-in-law, and I then wake up.
A couple of notes:
*Growing up, I did have a golden retriever, and towards her later years she began to develop arthritis in her legs and I remember how disheartening it was for me to watch her struggle with it.
*I actually did have to travel on a road trip to upstate New York with my uber-conservative cousin-in-law, although it wasn't to see to a dog whisperer but rather to go to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
*I did have a chance to shake Bill Clinton's hand before. However, I was wearing a shirt at the time.
*I have no idea how either the stalking debt collectors or extension cords play into anything.
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