My Dinner with Barack Obama

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Last night I dreamed I was at a dinner, sitting next to Barack Obama. The conversation went something like this:

  • I venture something about March Madness in the way of striking up a conversation. He’s a guy, right? It turns out Barry doesn’t follow sports. It’s awkward.
  • I mention the fact that I’ve lived in Africa. He’s been to Africa! His dad is from Africa! He gets very pedantic and historical about the specific problems of various African nations. I’m impressed but kinda bored.
  • I tell him I work at a Big 10 University. We get into a pretty decent conversation about higher education and private vs. public colleges and universities, though he never quite drops the rehearsed/prepared political persona.

Just something mundane and pointless I felt like sharing.

2

[Dogbert]
Studies have shown that nothing is more boring than listening to another person describe their dream.
[/Dogbert]

3

Yeah, I actually kind of agree with that.

4

I had this weird dream where Barack Obama was passing by my front door and I offered him a nickel to come bust up a chifferobe. When he came inside I don’t remember what happened, but in the next dream we were having dinner with Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn.

5

Thank you, Sampiro! That made me laugh out loud.

6

I don’t think I’ve ever had a politician appear in a dream of mine. Even those who are dreamy.

7

There are quite a few Obama Mamas out there feeling the love for the Big O.
(I didn’t say it, I’m merely reporting)