A long time ago, my friend Vladimir got me a President George Bush puppet. This puppet is quite large and I play with it often. In my dream however, Vladimir helped me to assisinate the puppet. I don’t know why we had to kill the puppet, but after we did, we realized our mistake. The puppet was real. He lived. His size never changed, but he was a real person, and now we had to hide the body. We argued about the best place to do this at, and then I awoke.