Normally I don't really remember my dreams when I wake up but for some reason this one stuck with me. I'm kind of vague on all the details but I remember the highlights. So in my dream I'm living in the house that I'm at now and for some reason there's two crappy rundown looking houses side by side next to mine. The one on the far end belonged to some unknown powerful politician and his family. The one next to mine was Obama. He had apparently moved in and commuted to Washington everyday. I don't know why, it's a dream so just go with it. The family at the far end had a teenage son. I remember thinking he was a pretty down to earth and good guy. He ended up stopping a burglary attempt while everyone was away. Somewhere in the middle of the dream he switched families. Obama and Michelle were now his biological parents and he was black(please no Trayvon comments). This didn't strike me as odd until I woke up and it actually occured to me "hey, wasn't he white". That was pretty much the end of that. Next thing I know we're in a nice condo/fancy hotel kind of place. Their's a knock at my door and I look through the peephole that's the shape and size of a tv and see some crappy horribly dressed sci-fi wannabe looking guy walking towards the door. In slow motion. I suppose if you're going to dream about bad fashion you may as well dream about bad acting too. So as he's reaching underneath his long black trench coat(still in the overly dramatic style of slo-mo)I realize "Oh (*)(*)(*)(*), this dude wants to kill Obama". Because if you're going to assassinate the president you have to kill his neighbors first. It's a thing I guess. So before he even finished pulling out his shotgun I start running through the hallway and climb out the window. Yes! Safety. Except I shimmy over and climb through my bedroom window putting me back inside. Great, now I'm dealing with some guy who's ignoring the normal laws of physics and as a by product of that I'm just a dumbass. Well thankfully I climb back out. But now I'm being shot at from multiple directions. And like any Star Wars movie they can't shoot for (*)(*)(*)(*) because not a single one of them connects. I make my way down into a parking lot for airplanes(because nothing says 5 star hotel like a handicapped spot built specifically for aircrafts). And then because I'm a dumbass I start climbing back up and down the hotel. That was where the dream ended and I'm just laying there wondering what the (*)(*)(*)(*) did I just dream about. I will say this though, sure I didn't vote for the guy but Obama sure makes a great dream neighbor. Guy would always smile and wave when he saw you.
