Last night I dreamed that Obama came to our neck of the woods. He was seated at a row of tables with a lot of other notables in a large room. Across the room was another row of tables behind which people from around were seated.
I was walking around the room, chit chatting away, like I do and finally settled down in a row of stuffed chairs with folks I knew. Being one of the last to seat myself, the only seat open was a low ottoman. I noticed there was some animal hair on it, probably dog.
The hubbub was hushed by a signal from the emcee and Obama, at the table to my left, cleared his throat and asked for input from the group. I raised my hand and spoke. “With all due respect, president Obama” I started out, “I cannot support you until you end the war in Iraq.”
The room was stunned and then a huge round of cheers and applause erupted from the far end of the room. Someone that I could not identify jumped up from the table to my right and ran over to me, jabbed a tiny needle with some kind of plastic handle – like a tack, only much sharper – jabbed it into my face, then ran over and dropped it into a container on Obama’s table and went and sat back down.
The meeting quickly descended into chaos. People had gotten out of their seats and were talking with each other again. I walked over to the table to my right and asked a woman if she had taken my DNA sample, not even sure if it was the woman who had jabbed my face and she said, “Yes.”
In a subsequent dream, I was with my mother and she started telling me why we couldn’t just end the war, that we needed to make sure the region was stabilized first. I disagreed, feeling like a rebellious teenager and laid down the gauntlet. “I’m moving to Baghdad until this war is over!” I announced and of course, my mother didn’t believe me which made me all the more determined.
Later on, I find myself in Baghdad, wondering where I’m going to sleep and what I’m going to eat, trying not to attract attention to myself and I’m hiding in a war torn building when someone comes along to harvest the copper tubing in the closet I’ve targeted for my bedroom…
