All of the politicians in America had decided to stop singing "God Save the Queen" at the beginning of every session and to adopt another national anthem instead. In response, all of the members of the Scottish Parliament assembled in the grand, marble-columned hall of Congress, with the Queen hoisted aloft on her throne, and sang "God Save the Queen" with defiant gusto as the congressmen filed in. I was observing the singing from the back of the hall in a rather detached way.
Notes for Freudian Analysis
Interestingly, this dream appears to be a mish-mash of various news articles I had read during the day.
When I read in one article that "the Queen announced measures to support the continuing fight against terrorism in the UK and elsewhere," I experienced a very short brain delay which caused me to suffer a moment's republican outrage. How dare she? What business does the Queen have making that kind of policy? Then -- almost immediately, you understand -- my brain caught up and I realised that that's just a way that newspapers have of saying that the Government announced something in the Queen's speech, which it writes for her. And all was well.
Another article informed me that the idiotic congressman who got the congressional cafeteria to rename French fries "freedom fries" has become a cheese-eating surrender monkey. Hurray for that.
Later, I read an article on the BBC website about David McLetchie's taxigate scandal, which I just can't seem to become interested in.
Not long after that, I read this: "Five months into 2005, the movement to impeach Bush is very small. And three enormous factors weigh against it: 1) Republicans control Congress. 2) Most congressional Democrats are routinely gutless. 3) Big media outlets shun the idea that the president might really be a war criminal." I thought how ludicrous it is that David McLetchie (£10,000 in taxi fares), rather than George Bush (100,000 dead Iraqis), is the one who's most likely to lose his job.
This all got quite garbled in the dream, obviously.
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