Strange Dream... even for me

It's been a while since I posted a strange dream so here's my latest one. Last night, I dreamed that I was in a strange hotel suite with my parents and my aunt. We were getting ready to leave to go somewhere and I told them I'd catch up to them because I had to call my agent real quick. So my parents and my aunt left and I was on the phone talking to my agent. A knock on the door interrupted the phone call, I told the agent to hold on while I answered the door and I swung open the door to find.... any guesses on who was standing there? Any at all? Saddam Hussein!! Yup, Saddam was standing there with a couple of body guards. I muttered Holy Crap to which the agent still on the phone asked what was going on. I couldn't answer him, I was in shock.

Saddam "Are you the author of this book?" He holds up a hard back copy of my book.

Me "yes, that's mine"

Saddam "Take her. She's coming with us." He said to his guards,

I dropped the phone and tried to close the door on them but they were of course stronger then me. So I screamed at my agent on the phone "Call the Police! Saddam is kidnapping me!" I could hear the agent laugh and say "are you nuts?" I started screaming and fighting and clawing at the arms grabbing me.

Saddam said "knock her out; we can't have her screaming like that."

They must have knocked me out because I came to in Saddam's limo. He was watching me and flipping through the book at the same time. I was sitting next to him and I tried the limo door but I couldn't get it open. "What's the meaning of this?" I asked him
Saddam replied "Is this your work too? This poem." He hands me a sheet of paper.

I look at it and start giggling. It was a poem where somebody used the song from The Grinch and changed the words to fit Saddam and his craziness. Saddam starts looking mad and he sighs "Is this yours?" I can't answer him because I'm giggling.

Thru my tears, I say, "No you asshole but I applaud whomever wrote it."

"How do I know you're not lying?" Saddam asked.

"Because it's not my style. If you did some research and read my book and other poems, you'd know that, idiot" I replied. To which Saddam hit me again.

"So you kidnapped me because you thought I wrote that poem? Why? Did it hurt your feelings?" Why couldn't I shut up? lol

Saddam was pissed off now, he told the guard sitting with us "Get rid of her." So the guard opened the limo door and threw me out of the moving vehicle.

I manage to stumble back to the hotel suite, crying and laughing the same time. Dad is pacing the floor; mom and my aunt are sitting down talking about what could have happened. I walk in the door and Dad hugs me and makes me sit down. Once I've calmed down a bit, they asked me what happened.

I calmly looked at them and replied, "I was kidnapped by Saddam Hussein"