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Well, someone is handing me a mask for repair. Bob Dylan has purchased it
but some bafoon mis-handled it and its horns are broken off.
Now I'm with
a guy named Mike, like we're old best buddies (tho in waking life barely knew each other).
I'm madly spray painting some bizarre piece of wicker furniture - then Prez. Bill Clinton and
the Queen of England come walking up. She's young with brown hair and doesn't smile.
They put a crown on Bill's head, and me and Mike are making sarcastic remarks in his direction,
as it seems that the Prez. used to chum around with us, before he got crowned.
We're asked into a small room: we're still snickering as we stand there with The Queen,
Hilary, the kid, and the family dog. The Prez. is in a corner and has on a strange dress
- hey, maybe he's a queen too! His dress is changing color (a political chameleon, perhaps),
and I comment on the lavender look of it. The Prez., in his dress and crown, steps forward
and hands to Mike a document which he says is the Health Care Program that he had
promised the American People. We are slightly humbled, but still snickering.
The British Queen looks at us in stone cold castle silence.
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Analysis: Clearly Mr. Leeper has a fixation on bafoons, as the name "Mike" spelled backwards is the Incan word "ekim", translated as "bafoon", more precisely, "politically cross-dressing bafoon".
(analysis courtesy of Dr. Sigmund Droid)
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(C)1997 A.S. Leeper
A.S. Leeper is a certified sleepologist, trained in both classical and post-modern sleeping. He dreams in San Francisco.