P-BO

It was another fantastic dream filled night; at least in the spurts of sleep I get through the night. The one dream that stands out the most was centered around P-BO (President Barack Obama). It's funny how it should be weeks later after seeing P-BO pass by in his motorcade that I would dream of interacting with him.

The dream started like most: I'm in a public place and my anxiety flares up. Then, I realize my surroundings are not familiar, yet not foreign, either. My curiosity takes over at that point and the anxiety fades away.


Begin dream:

I am walking along a city street eating a McDonald's Sausage McMuffin when I approach the corner; something I felt I did everyday. This morning, however, the corner was packed with people. I looked down the hill to my left wondering what parade was happening in San Francisco this early during the week. Then it hit me: what am I doing in San Francisco?

I shrugged it off and tried to fight my way through the crowd to get to my meeting; a meeting of which I had no idea what the meeting was about or who I was meeting. I finally reach the comer and am met by police barricades, police and what I took for Secret Service agents. I hesitated to jump the barricade, and my hesitation brought two Secret Service agents to me.

They asked what I was doing, where I was going and why was I trying to break the perimeter. I told them I was in my way to work and didn't want yo be held up by another parade. I then realized it wasn't a parade, apologized to the agents and asked what was really going on today.

They looked at each other, then at me as though I was either lying or really stupid. I assured them I was definitely stupid. The grabbed their ears and the larger bald man stepped closer to me and took hold of my shoulder.
"You'll stay with me for a few minutes," he said. "Understood?" There was nothing to misinterpret: he was still unsure about me. As a strange reflex I handed him my wallet and asked what was going on. And then it happened.

The motorcade came up the hill and there he was sitting in the back seat (just like it really happened). A quick wave and he was gone. Several support vehicles followed; I turned to the agent who was handing me back my wallet.

"That..." I began, "That was..."

"You really are that stupid," he said letting go of my shoulder and patted me on the back. "Have a good day, sir." and he was gone.

I stepped through the barricades, dazed and walked around the corner to what felt like my place of work.

The next thing I knew I was walking with a man, on my left, who dressed in a khaki jumpsuit and shackles. He was short, clean cut and had a mild demeanor. The shackles were on, but they were long; he could have run or grabbed me with ease.

Upon realizing this, I looked around at the buildings surrounding the plush courtyard we were strolling through, the relaxed feel of the facility. Federal prison, of course. Another place of which I would have no personal knowledge. But, again, it all felt normal.

As we walked, casually chatting, I realized that on my right was the President: Barack Obama. We were discussing about the recent trend of communities cutting teaching positions in areas all ready short on good, qualified teachers.

The President was listening intently to our conversation; we were some kind of authorities, experts in which he was seeking our council about... something; I couldn't tell if it was strictly education, or the economy in general. Either way, the President was taking our comments seriously as he walked with us without his jacket, no tie and sleeves rolled up. At one point in the conversation I felt as though it was in part a job interview with the President, as though he was looking to appoint me for some duty.

We approached a building with a revolving door, with rivets; it looked like the steel framework from an old school skyscraper, with glass. President Obama excused himself as he needed to use the restroom. The 'inmate' and I continued to discuss the education issues that were still trickling down from the economy and current state of recovery.

We walked into the revolving door, together. After all, he was an inmate and I was his CO; at least that is what I was feeling, anyway. The inmate and I made our way through the huge old hallway (it reminded me of the buildings on the University of Iowa Pentacrest) to the bathroom; the old, locker room feeling bathroom with the old semi-circle wash basins the sprayed water from a ring when you stepped on the lever.

President Obama was coming out of a stall as the inmate went in; I could see him from the shoulders up the stall walls were so short. I went to the wash basin and began to was my face, freshen up, as President Obama made he way to the basin as well, my nerves flared a bit. I heard the clanking of his belt as he tucked his shirt in to his pants when he called out "Oh crap!"

Startled, I reacted to his response as I never expected him to use such terminology and saw he was fumbling to catch his watch after his band broke. Mind you, he had not finished fastening his pants and a swatch of his boxers was showing. They were the same as a pair I owned. My nerves fled. We were just two guys in the bathroom in a public building.

I chuckled a little and continued to freshen up and President Obama laughed as well. "Michelle wouldn't be too happy if I lost my watch in the toilet!" he said as he shoved the watch pieces in his pocket.


End dream.


I would love to add more of the dialogue from the dream as well as edit it to be more in the active voice.

I guess I remember more details than I give myself credit for as this is a rather long post, and I even skimped on the dialogue!

Good times, good stuff.