One time, back around Thanksgiving 2003, I had a dream I was part of President Bush's Secret Service detail. We were attacked by some kind of laser weapon and I literally (within the dream) threw the President into his plane, which wasn't AF1 but a smaller commuter plane of some sort.
Some other agents pulled the President all the way into the plane and out of the danger zone while I pulled my weapon, fired some shots got on the plane and told the pilot to go.
Then I sat next to a beautiful black woman who smiled at me until her head turned into a crystal skull made of smoky quartz.
That morning, I woke up thinking of President Bush.