my political dream

**Preface: though I am about to talk about current presidential candidates, my subconscious has no bearing on my political affiliations, so this is in no way an endorsement for one over the other.**

I have weird dreams all the time. This isn't to say much, as dreams are weird by nature. But I generally remember my dreams so I can tell other people about them. However, recently I have discovered that if I eat a bowl of Lucky Charms immediately preceding sleep, my dreams are extra strange.

Like this one, for example:

I was out walking Midnight when he started to seizure. When this happens in real life, Jason is there to jump on the dog and hold him steady while speaking calmly to relax him. In the dream, Jay wasn't there, so I had to do all this myself. But apparently I'm too small to do this, as dream-me was thrown around by the dog fit, and suffered soreness and bruising the rest of the dream. (I wonder what was happening in real life to me?)

So with my soreness, I went to work or school or wherever I was supposed to be. Then Barack Obama was making an appearance, but he wasn't a keynote speaker or anything, and he didn't have any security with him. At one point, I saw Obama and was like "hey, can I take a picture with you?" He agreed, and we posed for a self-portrait. He took the picture because his arms are longer than mine, I'm assuming. When we turned the cam around to view the picture, my face was at a weird angle so it looked like I was kissing his neck. And he was doing something with his finger that looked like he was picking his nose. I was like "we should take a better picture, this might not be good for your career." And he said to just photoshop it to make it look right. I decided that he was a little crazy and I didn't want to talk to him any more so I left.

I went to go get my drink that I had left on a table, and 2 guys were playing Dungeons & Dragons there. They didn't like being interrupted, so they threw their juice at me. I wasn't soaked enough, so they also threw my drink at me, all over my shoes. Rightly so, I was pissed off, so I went to another room and announced that the D&D nerds were jerks. Apparently I have a lot of sway, because the juice throwers became even less popular than they were before.

I was still mad, so I decided to tell Hillary Clinton, who of course was also there. I couldn't get in to talk with her because she was busy (apparently busier than Obama) but then I remembered that I'd met her before because she is my friend Clair's mom. (Duh. Of course.) So I wrote her a note, explaining my displeasure with the juice throwers.

I don't think it was resolved, as at that point in real life the cat was snuggling with me so I woke up.