1/60s | f4.5 | 31mm | Bush and Blair at Madam Tussauds, 2005.
I had a dream the other day that I was Barack Obama. A lone apple hung from a tree. I/Barack picked up a stone and shot the apple down. It was quickly retrieved by a monkey which came out of nowhere. Barack reached for another stone and threw it at the direction of the thief. Thus triggered monkey mayhem; I ran towards the house, ghostly white under the full moon, to seek cover from the threatening throng of mad monkeys, only to find a gathering of guests - friends, dignitaries and political donors - anticipating someone's appearance - mine. A monkey slipped through the door. I chased it around the house, refraining from doing anything mean to the monkey that might tarnish my reputation. Back outdoor, far from the judging eyes of the crowd, I grabbed the monkey's arm and swung upwards; the little menace hit a tree and came crashing to the floor with a sickening thud.
The monkey woke up and so did I.
Weird dream; it has to mean something. I have on good authority that the apple symbolises wisdom and great prosperity and the monkeys represent deceit. So the dream is saying that Barack Obama should be wary of monkeys stealing his apple.
Or it could be telling me to read Modern Actuarial Theory and Practice instead of The Audacity of Hope before taking a nap. At least, I could come up with good actuarial metaphors to be included in my final year dissertation.