Wolverine and Monica Lewensky

Date: 11/12/2018

What a treat, I am married to Wolverine. He is a very nice guy and is always helping people and so he is always late too because he gets in trouble helping others and I have to get him out of trouble. He has a car accident and we have to go ask his old Mafia friends to help us. The accident happened at some sort of nuclear plant. I have to go there with one of the old men to get information and meet with the lawyers while Wolverine is at a nursing home taking care of his aunt. We make the trip to the plant by canoe with the old guy doing the rowing because he knows the way. We pass a young woman on her own canoe. We are in what appears to be the glades and right underneath the water I can see the huge alligators. I am petrified and tell him that I don’t fear anything as much as I fear alligators. The old guy tells me that it is ok, not to fear, the water is treated with agent orange; it does not kill them but it keeps them sedated. I do not move in the canoe. We get to the large industrial plant and I meet the attorney who is non other than Monica Lewensky beautifully dress in a flowing pantsuit made of a material that has every shade of the blue color on the print. When we sit she lifts one leg of her trousers and shows me her varicose veins which she is having retreated in Great Britain. She reviews the documents I give her and finds many mistakes. She keeps on getting briefcases from a large container, each briefcase larger, to carry the papers related to the case. The briefcases keep on increasing in size. She has assistants who are dressed in printed, silk pantsuits like her but in grey. They are very young and pretty. I comment to her that it seems that in order to be a lawyer you have to be both intelligent and beautiful. She says that to be beautiful, you just go and get plastic surgery. I see my friend Celeste at this plant and she is dressed in dark blue and white African print with a beautiful headdress. I go back to Wolverine because we are having dinner. He is looking for a Mr. Brey but thinks he misspelled the name. He wants us to have a baby but we are concerned that the baby will be too large for me to carry...he keeps on saying: “Look at my feet”. I tell him not to worry. We love each other a lot and he is so handsome but silly.