Condoleezza dreaming

I keep having this recurring dream where I’m at some government facility walking the hallways minding my own business when I stumble into this room where there’s a bunch of people hanging out. Since I’m wearing my ID nobody tries to stop me so I walk on in like I’m somebody and shit. Up near the front of the room is this black chick talking a mile a minute to a bunch of suits.

From the back I can’t tell who she is but I do know who ever she is, she’s in charge cause everybody’s giving her their full attention. I walk closer and it hits me, its Condoleezza Rice the fuckin Secretary of State up there talking. I edge closer to hear what’s going on and I couldn’t help but notice that in person ole Condoleezza ain’t half assed bad looking. All of a sudden my cellphone rings and Buck Cherry’s “Crazy Bitch” comes jumping out of my pocket. I commence to slapping my leg like the muthafuckers on fire to get it to stop.

By now everybody in the fuckin room is staring at me so I start inching back toward the door. Suddenly quicker then shit Condoleezza Rice is standing so close to me her nipples are poking indents in my shoulder. “I know you; you’re Greg of Death’s Door aren’t you? I recognize your picture from your blog.” And in this real low intense voice Condi as she told me to call her is telling me how for the last two years she’s been all over my cock because she reads my blog at least three times a week.

Yeah, I found out that she got turned on to my shit by Colin Powell no fuckin less. So it ends up that I got Condoleezza’s, sorry I mean Condi’s number on my cellphone and whenever I write about something that really fucks her up, she’ll call me or comment on it. She’s actually a very cool chick not withstanding her boss. Anyway, I get this dream at least once a week. And knowing how dreams are does this mean I’m about to get outed or dooced by Condoleezza Rice, the fuckin Secretary of State?
"and the monkey flipped the switch"