I only mention my weirdest dreams to people, but I think this one counts. Kind of a cross between soylent green and logan's run. So in this dream, George Bush got re-elected. He decreed that every person in the country must fight terrorism in a way determined for them by the government. Some people had to join the military. Others had to do guard duty, and there were various other tasks. There was one other task, however. Bush built a gigantic 'freedom furnace' to provide the country with energy. The only thing that could power the furnace however, was people. A random selection of the population was randomly chosen to be fed into the furnace to be burned to provide the country with energy. The funny thing though was that everyone was happy to serve their country by being burned in the freedom furnace. They considered it an honor to be able to serve their country. Big fat stereotypical Americans were thrilled to be burned in the freedom furnace. They showed up by the millions. The furnace had an entrance and exit with a chain that ran horizontally between the two doors. Every few feet there was a person attached to the chain by their necks who would be dragged through the furnace. Only empty chain came out the other end. When I was given my task, I was picked to power the furnace. And of course, I refused and became a fugitive. Bush had loudspeakers installed every few hundred square feet, everywhere in the entire country, that would broadcast propaganda messages to the people every day. After I ran away, the broadcast mentioned me, saying I was a terrorist that refused to serve the country, and that I should be brought in to the government, dead or alive. Most of the dream was spent trying to avoid capture. I had made a semi-permanant camp out in the woods, and would venture into civilization every once in a while... I had a gun, and I would hold up small stores for food and supplies every few weeks. Every time I'd go out, more big fat stereotypical Americans would chase after me, shooting at me and calling me a terrorist. After what seemed about like a full year, I decided to try and sneak back home to let my family know I was still alive. I managed to get back to the neighborhood, but couldn't get to the house... It was constantly guarded by government agents should I ever try to return. I was just about to start fighting my way in when I was woken up. I'm sure there would have been a neat ending to this dream, but all I know is that I think something is trying to tell me that a vote for Bush is a vote for giant people-burning energy furnaces.