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DREAMS OF BILL | PAGE 2 OF 2

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I dreamed I was just getting ready to sit down on a sofa because I was tired, and I was kind of falling down, and Bill Clinton put his hand under my behind, and I was struggling to keep from sitting on it, and jumped like crazy in bed -- so much that I woke up my husband, who had a good laugh when I told him what I was dreaming about.

-- Elsie M. Archer, Housewife
Age: 61
Pine Grove, Pennsylvania

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I was in my living room with Bill and Hillary and some other people, discussing the state of the nation. I was standing next to Bill, and he reached out to hold my hand. There seemed to be some sort of instant rapport between us. No one in the room noticed that we were holding hands. Then Bill asked to see my garden. We went out back, and suddenly my tiny backyard turned into rolling hills and valleys. We wandered around and Bill told me how hard he was working and how discouraged he was at the criticism about his work. I told him how much I believed in him and that he should keep trying, that we were all depending on him. He said he needed someone to admit his weakness and fear to and that I was the most sympathetic listener he had met in a long time. He said Hillary was not always sympathetic.

I felt very close to Bill, and the dream was very erotic, but we didn't touch in the dream except to hold hands.

-- Katherine B. Lang, Software Technical Support Engineer
Age: 28
Mountain View, California

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The first recollection I have is of riding with the President-elect, Bill Clinton, in the back of a black stretch limousine. We were sitting on the bench in the far back along with another woman. Bill sat in the middle. The woman was wearing a black sequined evening gown, and Bill was wearing a business suit. I'm not sure what I was wearing. Bill leaned over and whispered discreetly in my ear that he wanted me to be his mistress. As he said this his hand touched mine lightly. The first thing I thought was, "What if someone finds out?" It ran through my head that this would ruin not only his reputation but mine as well (not that I have one).

We (only Bill and I) were suddenly standing outside the limousine, which was parked on a dirt road edged with fields of tall brown grasses. The sky was overcast and it looked to be about dusk. Off to the right, there was a small farmhouse with a low barbed fence encasing another field of taller grasses and small trees and bushes. This house had a few rays of sun beaming down upon it. To the left, although I didn't see it, was the house where we were supposedly staying. I asked Bill about the woman who lived in the farmhouse and what would happen if she decided to tell someone about our affair. He went running into her field, jumping over the fence screaming that he would build her a higher fence and make her land a National Wildlife Refuge. He said that she was very into animal conservation, and if he did this for her, she wouldn't say anything.

-- M.G. (Female), Student/Secretary
Age: 25
Minneapolis, Minnesota

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The dream took place in another city, but I don't know which. I was dressed provocatively and I was waiting for the President with a male Clinton staffer. The staffer indicated for me to open the door which led to a private bedroom where President Clinton was awaiting me. I don't remember any introductions or niceties. We immediately embraced and consummated the most erotic encounter.

After the fireworks, he quickly departed, leaving me feeling quite cheap. I also somehow knew in my dream that these rendezvous were arranged almost nightly with a different woman each time. I wondered how they kept it from the press, and especially from the First Lady.

-- Carmen Moody, Housewife and Mother of Three
Age: 36
Dallas, Texas

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My dream of Bill took place in a large elegant hotel ballroom, or a grand room in the White House where a social gathering might take place. There were maybe fifty to one hundred people there, all relaxed, talking, enjoying and laughing. The women were very dressed up, and the men wore suits. Everyone knew each other, and there was no pretense or phoniness among us. There was soft music in the background, soft jazz: piano, sax, bass, soft brushes on the drums. The hall had two levels, there were twenty steps or so up to the second level, and I could see the crystal champagne glasses sparkle, and all the people above enjoying and laughing.

I was standing with Bill on the lower level. We were talking, but not with words. We were communicating through our thoughts only. It was not a "physical thing," but more a spiritual connection, as if we had known each other forever. He leaned in to hold me in his arms, and we hugged for a long, long time. Time seemed to stop, and everyone around us went into slow motion. We stayed like this for a very long time. It was the warmest and most complete and whole feeling I've ever experienced, even in real life. You could compare it to the end of your relationship with your first true love, knowing you had to say goodbye, but knowing you would never feel this deeply again. It was a very spiritual moment.

Finally, I pulled away from him slightly, looked up at him, and said (with thoughts, not words), "Hillary is on the landing," which she was! I was surprised. She looked beautiful as she stood laughing with some friends. She had her back to us, but we could see the profile of her face.

He looked back to me and said with thoughts, "It's okay because she doesn't really care." I looked at her again, and saw that she was totally self-absorbed, but not in a negative way. We resumed our hug for a very long time, and nobody around us really cared. It seemed to last for my whole night's sleep, and it seemed that night as if I was sleeping for a whole week! The feeling was so incredible that even to this day I can recall that lovely time, that peace, that serenity, that joy and feeling of completion and wholeness.

-- Donna Bennett, Dancer/Choreographer
Age: 32
South Windsor, Connecticut
SALON | Feb. 20, 1998