I haven't had a dream that I could remember the next day for a long time. Last night I had a very vivid dream and can remember it well as I write this.
In the dream, I visited Bill at a house on the end of a long row of quite ordinary middle-class suburban English homes. There was a massive rear garden.
Bill was living there as a messy dysfunctional single man. He was obviously hurt and distracted by the fact that his wife had dumped him. I followed him into the kitchen and spoke to him while his back was turned, probably making a cuppa near the kettle. He hadn't actually mentioned his wife or the separation but it seemed to be a 'given' fact.
I told him that I thought he'd 'blown it' by underestimating the extent of the 9/11 truth awareness when he dismissed 9/11 truth hecklers so harshly during his campaigning for Hilary. He didn't reply but seemed to hear.
Afterwards I went for a drive(!?) around his enormous rear garden. When I returned to his sitting room he wasn't around and I sat alone for a while until I asked myself why there were no security people there. As soon as I'd asked that question 3 or 4 people appeared and ushered me out of the house and away from there.
What an odd dream. I hadn't been thinking or reading about Bill Clinton recently at all.