5-16-10 This was really bizarre. I volunteered to donate the bones in my lower arm to help other amputees. There were some other volunteers here too and we are sitting around a table and the surgeon has a platter of sliced bread and puts some slices over a female volunteer's arm and explains this is what we'll have out of surgery. Our skin will be replaced with a substance made with sliced bread. But this doesn't make sense, not only because using bread as skin is ridiculous, but our arms will be amputated below the elbow. How can our skin be replaced with bread when that part of the arm will be cut off in order to donate the bones?
This makes me think of the phrase "The best thing since sliced bread." So - a great idea that is being implemented the wrong way so it won't work (and takes a lot out of you).
The part about taking a lot out of me resonates. I think the dream was more like "cost an arm and a leg." I'm constantly getting emails and sometime phone calls to donate to this candidate or that cause. I'm living on part-time work as a substitute teacher and really can't afford to do that now. I got such a call the day before the dream and the person wouldn't take "no" for an answer. I ended up saying "thanks" and hanging up on her.
Yeah, I thought of that too. It makes sense, at least as far as the symbols go. American politics is like that, putting your "bread" where you get nothing in return.
It's funny how you are dealing with people in the US asking for political donations, when we just had a national election here in the UK and there won't be elections in the US for months. American politicians are constantly campaigning.
Yep. Today some states are holding primaries, which means that the winner will be on the ballot in November. Our congress gets elected every 2 years, our senate every 6 years, and the president every 4.
I know. I'm American. I forgot that some states have primaries so early. New York, where I'm from, doesn't have primaries till September.
Oh yeah, I remembering you mentioning that once somewhere. Seems there's always a campaign season. The last presidential race lasted a whole year.