Dream: drunk on the fringes of a hotel lobby or convention center, I run into the former Secretary of Defense and Marine General, James Mattis, and his lovely wife. He is also drunk. We meet and discover our common heritage. He is dressed in jeans and a pollo shirt. Each time I run into him I fumble with what to call him - Sir, Mr. Secretary, General - but he puts me at ease, tells me he's laying low and that "Vanilla Fudge" will do.
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