Discussing the climate with Bill Clinton

Date: 9/23/2018

Me and someone else traveled back in time to meet Bill Clinton and give him a presentation about the future greenhouse effect and why we should take action in his time to prevent climate change. We were sitting in Dad’s Honda Ridgeline in the church parking lot and showing him slides on the GPS screen. Bill Clinton was unimpressed and disinterested when we showed him graphs of green house emissions. I exclaimed “Mr. President you must do something to save the planet.” Next, I tried to read a long paragraph on a slide, but it was jumbled and unintelligible. I thought I was having a hard time reading because I was nervous. I sat there trying to brush it off. Then I “remembered” that this was a dream like I had known it before but decided not to do anything. I counted my fingers quickly to check and they went up and down in a messy order. I got up in my seat and opened the sunroof and said “sorry Mr. President, I would like to enjoy this dream.” He looked back at me and narrowed his eyes in a weird way, I felt that it meant “sure, do what you want” I came up out of the sunroof and I could see my reflection vividly on the roof of the car. I was wearing shorts and a collared shirt and sunglasses and I had a big smile. I tried to fly, but I fell and slammed into the roof of the car parked next to us and then tumbled backward, hitting my head on the side mirror of the truck. I fell to the concrete and said “that’s alright.” I ran towards the church building, hoping I could find a door to another dimension. I noticed that as I began to run, the dream began to destabilize because I knew that I should be weak and out of breath. I slowed down and when I got to the church doors, I felt the brick and glass and metal of the door handles for a bit. I opened the doors and went inside. At first I thought the hallways were empty, but I could see that there was a light on in the overflow and that people were sitting in the chairs looking towards the front of the chapel. I ran again towards the bathroom in the hallway (which was, conveniently in my dream, a men’s room instead of a women’s room) and then again realized that I needed to take it slow to keep the dream stable. I felt the door and went inside I felt the wall and the mirror and a chalkboard that was on the wall. I slid my hand along the bottom part of the chalk rail and rubbed the white chalk dust across my forehead. I looked in the mirror and I looked like a Vietcong soldier with a bandana and a dress suit. As I left the room, I blinked and woke up. I could see my room so I closed my eyes again but had no luck getting back into a dream.