George W Bush was still president. I just so happened to be sitting next to his wife. She had huge hair that fell on me. My friends were nearby me. They thought it was hilarious. I shook George's hand and he seemed confused what to do with my hand. He then turned into Prince Charles. They were all so stiff. I felt like if I wanted to fit in I had to make myself stiff too. Prince Charles then turned into my old boss Peter. That stingy bastard, actually the whole lot of them, never offered me a drop of water. My old friend Colin was there suddenly. He was the vessel between me and the super wealthy. Some punk rock song came on. Colin burst into song urging I follow along. I did but reluctantly; didn't want to upset the elite. I feel like this dream addresses my irrational fears of becoming wealthy. In another dream there was a gay nurse who was in charge of a specific area. Everyone was allowed in up until a certain point. When it closed off he became a dick. Maybe he was always like that. This gay nurse was friends with a cute young time traveler. This time traveler had olive skin complexion and a big Adam's apple. He reminded the nurse of their good friendship by going a tad bit into the past. The nurse slowly turned around. There's a tie in with these two dreams but I'm not quite sure what it is yet.