Follow Up to Weird Dream

It's too bad that this site, The Metaphysical Poll, is no longer taking submissions.

But that's right. For a while there was a series of blogs: "I Dream of Barack", "I Dream of Hillary" and "I Dream of McCain", in addition to a commentary and analysis on all these dreams called "The Metaphysical Poll Blog". People could send in their dreams of the presidential candidates. It was called the Metaphyscal Poll because it was a way to tell how you felt about the candidates, metaphysically.

Guess where I heard about it? On NPR of course. Here and Now to be specific, scroll to "Presidential Dreams."

Alas, the author has retired the site. Still, you should read the whacked out stuff that people posted. It's awesome.

Weird Dream

Today I had a dream that I met Obama and started working on his campaign. He then developed a crush on me. There was this awkward part when he had some files to give me and that's when I realized he had a crush on me. He didn't do anything about his crush except confess it to his staff people and Michelle. As a result I was moved around so that I couldn't be seen by him.
My friend from high school, Kat, and my friend from college, Emily, who are very similar people, were also working for Obama and they had met and become friends before I realized they knew each other. Then, when we all realized we were friends, we had a grande olde time. I told them about Obama's crush and they were saddened by the whole ordeal but gladdened by the fact that he was determined not to be like Clinton the First.
Thus I was reordered to moving corrugated cardboard from Old Navy to a recycling plant on an Indian reservation as part of Obama's outreach program to Native Americans. My last ON boss was there and he had ages terribly, even though he is my age. He had wrinkles and lots of grey, thinning hair around the circumference of his head. Then we watched the news about lesbian who were marathoning up a cliff in Idaho.

Dreams are awesome.