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.

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