19 Sept 2003

I am at a large indoor social function with a group of people I know. I am talking to someone when Arnold Schwarzenegger interrupts, escorting me into an adjacent room. He tells me in secrecy that he wants to become the president. I get right to work, understanding that this is my business. I am talking with him, brainstorming, but he looks only out the door, peeking, and hushing me. I walk off, thinking away as though I were some sort of genius.
Next thing, I am in a chair, outside, that is atop a thin column standing about two stories high, and there next to me is Laura. Neither of us seems to notice. I am focused on creating the currency of this to be presidency. When I have finished, we head back in through a window.