Post by Anne on Nov 2, 2008 22:09:53 GMT -5
I dreamed about Obama 
I guess he was on the campeign trail and for some reason that included this school, which was basically the layouts of my Primary School and two High Schools all smushed together. He was giving us lectures on the environment (I said something all knowlegeable and he only heard half of it and was extra lecture-y to me), and then we all went to this farm but due to the "high cost" of some of the "better" exhibits only a handful of classes (18, 23, something else) would be going into those with him. I was sad because technically I wasn't in any class.
So then I had to catch the bus home with my friend, Clara, and he was on the bus as well. I was eaing chocolate Ice Cream and it went everywhere, so I was holding my hands over my mouth so he wouldn't see I had chocolate everywhere. But, alas, Obama has KEEN EYESIGHT and saw, raised his brow, and said "Why don't you wipe your mouth?"
I told him I forgot my tissues. He leaned back slightly and indicated to Clara, who was magically now sitting on a box of tissues. "Why don't you use those?"
I was a bit pissed, since he'd lectured me earlier in the dream too. I told him those hadn't been there before but used them anyway.
Dream Obama is a jerk.
I guess he was on the campeign trail and for some reason that included this school, which was basically the layouts of my Primary School and two High Schools all smushed together. He was giving us lectures on the environment (I said something all knowlegeable and he only heard half of it and was extra lecture-y to me), and then we all went to this farm but due to the "high cost" of some of the "better" exhibits only a handful of classes (18, 23, something else) would be going into those with him. I was sad because technically I wasn't in any class.
So then I had to catch the bus home with my friend, Clara, and he was on the bus as well. I was eaing chocolate Ice Cream and it went everywhere, so I was holding my hands over my mouth so he wouldn't see I had chocolate everywhere. But, alas, Obama has KEEN EYESIGHT and saw, raised his brow, and said "Why don't you wipe your mouth?"
I told him I forgot my tissues. He leaned back slightly and indicated to Clara, who was magically now sitting on a box of tissues. "Why don't you use those?"
I was a bit pissed, since he'd lectured me earlier in the dream too. I told him those hadn't been there before but used them anyway.
Dream Obama is a jerk.
