What dreams may come.

     This part gets strange.  I remember this vividly.  2 I figured to be dreams, the third of course has to be but I cannot totally reconcile it.
     Dream 1.  Involves George Bush senior.  Something vaguely about one time holding off the homestead singing about the Cherry pie Mrs. Bush made.  Pits somehow were involved.  It was a very quaint building I can recall.  Never saw the pie.
     Dream 2.  On the prairie or some sort a plane dropped a bottle cap.  Sort of the kind of thing from the movie "The Gods must be crazy."  In any case he was so enraged he followed the plane.  He found the man at his home and read him the riot act about littering as he handed him the bottle cap.  I recall the man being astonished.
     Not weird enough?  The final act, maybe hallucination from the ice chips, who knows.  The gala downstairs was in full swing.  People in fancy dress, tuxedos and such.  From under my bed came a miniature train which I rode.  Straight through the party, it was fun.  Passing through the crowd.  Someone was in front, I think it was the cardiologist who admitted me.  In the door came my regular cardiologist, who called to the Dr.  The train raced on back upstairs.  I could see the controls being used in a room by....George Bush senior.  Back in bed I went.
     I awoke now.  Startled.  The room was very unfamiliar to me.