OK, maybe it was more of a coma than a dream, but still.

David Weigel discusses it in Slate:

I haven't yet read In My Time -- hey, I'm still slogging through Mondale's autobiography -- but I trust Charlie Savage when he says Dick Cheney's memoir ends with scenes like this.

[I]n the epilogue, Mr. Cheney writes that after undergoing heart surgery in 2010, he was unconscious for weeks. During that period, he wrote, he had a prolonged, vivid dream that he was living in an Italian villa, pacing the stone paths to get coffee and newspapers.

This is a guy who made gazillions in the oil bidness, picked himself for vice president and had his own secure undisclosed location. Pretty excellent. And when they were trying to keep his evil heart from killing him, all he wanted to be was a lazy paperboy.

Sorry. That position is filled.