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We huddle close, and hang on to a dream

I dreamt last night that I was going somewhere with President-Elect Obama¹ and a big entourage of people in an old jalopy. Something happened (it isn't clear now and I don't remember if it was in the dream) that resulted in Obama hitting his head and being knocked unconscious. He was lying on the floor of the back seat of the jalopy and everyone was trying to wake him up with smelling salts, shaking him, slapping his face, and nothing was working. I said, "Well, this works in the movies," and leaned in to kiss him and when I got close, his eyes popped open and he screamed and jumped up and ran away.

srah - Thursday, 6 November 2008 - 12:02 PM
Tags: barack obama, dream, nablopomo, nablopomo 2008

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