I had a weird dream last night

I was dreaming I was living the hippie life – no electricity – with the Roman Emperor and a few pals. One of the pals upset the Emperor and so the Emperor cut his throat. The man sat bleeding beside a pillar by some water, but the man did not die. So the Emperor tiptoed up behind him and ran him through with a spear a few times, but still the man did not die.

Then another pal held the Emperor off, because the Emperor was intent on stabbing the man till he was dead. I was there, and the man said to me, “Tell the Emperor not to kill me.”

And I said to the man: “Listen, we’re living in the fucking Holy Roman Empire here. The Emperor has a right to kill you. Stop complaining and submit. Let him kill you.”

And the man insisted, “Tell the Emperor not to kill me.” And the man who was holding the Emperor back, said to me, “Come on, tell the Emperor not to kill him.”

So I said to the Emperor, “The man is asking you not to kill him, won’t you do something for him?” And the Emperor said, “I won’t kill him, but I don’t ever want to see him again.” So I told the man, “The Emperor says he won’t kill you, but you’ve got to stay away from him, he doesn’t ever want to see you again.”

So the man lived, but after this -- in my dream -- I had a moral crisis. I was terribly shocked at myself, because I had chosen the law and authority over humanity: I had told the man we were living in the fucking Holy Roman Empire and the Emperor had a right to kill him, so he had to let the Emperor kill him. In my dream, I burst into tears because I had taken this position. I could not believe I had taken this position. I was totally at fault for this: it showed that, deep down, I was a terrible person.

This dream: what does it mean? Is it a metaphor for what Bush is doing to the U.S.?