Dream Obama

[mer]

I dreamed I was running a 5k (or something; that part is not clear), and fell and skinned my knee--and an onlooker with an entourage of men in dark suits came to help me!  And it was Obama--and the suits were the Secret Service!

As he was applying bactine to my knee, I said, "I really have to thank you. I no longer wake up every morning with a feeling of dread about the leadership of my country."

And he leaned back on his heels and regarded me.  "That's it? That's all? That's a bit apathetic.  I'm glad you don't have dread. But what are you doing to help?"

And I woke up, thoroughly chastised by dream!Obama.

Hilariously, when I told everyone at work about this dream, they all felt chastised by dream!Obama as well.

My subconscious is a treacherous place, and one cannot be smug there.  Or near it.

Comments

[mrgeddylee.livejournal.com]

I, too, feel chastened, which makes me resentful. I want dream-Obama to pop by my brain so I respond my asking him what he's doing to help me meet my server transition targets. Also, I'd like to ask how he can give anyone else that grief if he has time to treat skinned knees at a 5k. :)

[merriehaskell.livejournal.com]

I'm too busy pondering the chastened/chastised usage to worry about what you just said. You've outworded me.