Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz A Dream About Barack Obama
posted by on September 11 at 9:31 AM
Last night I had a dream. Steve Martin had just given a former professor of mine a half-dozen brightly patterned neckties, and I dearly wanted to ask to have one. (I am a fan of Martin’s early work.) Instead, I found myself saying I was moving to California, as there were no jobs in Seattle.
Suddenly in Los Angeles, I walked across an unevenly paved bridge over a highway. On the other side: nowhere, just abandoned buildings and a sense of doom. I was afraid. Up ahead, Barack Obama appeared, carrying a large golden trophy. I watched myself catch up to him, then as the two of us were attacked by street people—homeless people and meth-doers and gang members and assorted stereotypically terrifying characters. Most were minorities. From afar, I watched as I was dragged away to some nefarious place, some awful end. Barack Obama eventually escaped the attack and walked on, still holding his golden trophy. I woke up, shaken, at 5:30 this morning.
I think I need a prescription to get through this election.
Sorry some comments were lost! Damnable Slog software.
Sniff.
So, to interpret: The future is a wreck. Obama will win and you will be mauled with unknown consequences (will you live or die?) by "minorities" while he fondles his trophy, doing nothing to help.
This dream tells me that you're afraid of joblessness, the future, and minorities.
Dreams are the brain's children. They speak truth to the power that is Ego. What are you going to do about these revelations?
Weird, I had a dream last night that I was still at college and Obama was coming to speak at it.
Except my college looked a lot more like a fancy mall. Which wouldn't surprise me if it does these days.
I had a dream that Palin was in my foyer. I grabbed a sword and sliced off her clothes (it was like something you would see in a comedy). Then, my brother took pictures of her naked. I proceeded to upload the pictures to Slog while my brother fended her off.
A while ago, I had a dream that the DEA was at my door, and I was terrified that they were going to shoot my dogs...
I think I need to quit Slog!
I had I dream that Obama had won by a landslide, and my family were all celebrating, and I said, "Obama's our president!"
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