I woke up from a dream in which I stepped out of a big building, into an open space between more big buildings, on a clear day.
It was a group of administration mucketymucks. I ended up grilling Condoleeza Rice trying to understand how she saw the world and thought the policies she was party to were helping. Lots of pointed questions. And each time she answered with a smiling “Well, don’t you realize x, y, z” sort of answer, in a tone that got progressively more impersonally annoyed as it went along, as if she were coming to realize that my parents had “ruined” me, and I was “unsalvageable”.
Dreams are interesting things. =)
Power does what it must do in order to keep its power. In Condi’s case, being Bush’s lap dog has even increased her power. But I don’t need to tell you that.
You have to admit, though, that some of questioning at her hearing (or whatever it was called) was pretty rabid. I don’t blame her for sounding frustrated in your dream. 🙂