What?

I had a weird dream last night. I was in my living room only it was too neat and clean to be my living room and it had a glass wall that gave you a view over a large stair case. My old friend Julie was there some, guy I didn’t pay any attention too, a couple that was older than me, and President Clinton. Some parts of the dream are very clear some are not so clear so I’m trying to capture them before I forget it completely. Even though I was in my living room it was sort of in a waiting room that was in a hotel or an airport. I was waiting for my husband to come back form Afghanistan. (My husband has never been to Afghanistan) The couple was waiting for their wounded son. I have no idea why Julie, the old guy, or President Clinton was there.
We were all waiting, it was just following breakfast, and we were talking about those little cereal boxes –you know the ones that come in the variety pack. Apparently we had just had breakfast, but we were all dissatisfied and the man from the couple (I think his name was Tom) said we couldn’t complain because the breakfast was free, provided by the USO. (I have no idea if the USO sponsors breakfasts) I told you this was a weird dream.
President Clinton chuckles and said this sort of thing happens all the time to him. Then I guess the conversation was boring even to my dream self because the next thing I remember we were talking about deployment length. I ticked off a list of places my husband had been and the length of deployment then listed some other people I know gave their list, so did Julie, then couple listed their sons deployments and said he had been extended so many times they could not count them all. I said my husband was only extended once unless you count his time in Bosnia, but I didn’t remember if we knew how long he was going for when he went there. Julie couldn’t remember either, and then I looked at President Clinton and asked him if he knew if the troops knew how long they were deploying for when they first went to Bosnia. He started to talk it was at this is the point in my dream that I realized that it was a dream. My dream President Clinton did not have the polished speaking style of the one we see on TV. He stuttered and said he couldn’t recall stating that he was an old man now and forgets stuff sometimes.
Then the cat jumped on me and I woke up. See it was a strange dream.
I guess I have been watching too much T.V. news lately.