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In dreams?
Wacky, political, and weird: things I dream on Saturday mornings (I think I blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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I don't remember the very start, though I think I'd gone grocery-shopping to stock up (which I have to do later today)
Anyway, I was in the store and found out that they were out of meat. Which was weird and went to complain to the manager and he was all, "It's their fault" and pointed me at this large group of people checking out with this massive amount of food.
So, cranky, I went over to complain to them and somehow ended up roped into helping them haul their grocery stash back to this community center. Where, since I was helping to haul stuff, I got to bypass this long-ass line and go straight into the kitchen. I thought the line was weird and said so, and someone said, "That's 'cause Obama is barbecuing."
I totally did not believe that, but still helped lug in more bags of crap. So did some of these dudes in suits, and one of them actually checked my backpack before letting me back in the second time.
So then we were all in the kitchen, and I was still all "oh, please." And one of the volunteers grabbed my arm and dragged me to this, like, indoor patio thing where, lo and behold, Barack Obama was barbecuing on this huge barbecue.
Two of the volunteers with me started mocking the size of the chicken steaks and the baked potatoes, claiming that wasn't bbq, so Obama challenged them to go get this 'real' bbq they were talking about, and they said they'd be back in a while and left.
Went back out and sat in these lines of chairs/pews, to wait for the food. Hey, I was hungry!
The people who had been in line all filed in and ate the food and then most of them left until it was just us weirdo volunteers again. Then Obama came out with his kids and Michelle and they wandered around, talking to those who were left. And then he came and sat between me and this other girl and (as always happens) I was tongue-tied and couldn't say a damned thing--
Which was ok, because the volunteers were back with this giant-ass baked potato and chicken thing, which made Obama laugh a lot and hug those of us sitting near him (or at least, put his arms around our shoulders). Then he ate a little of the baked potato and said it was awesome, offered some to all of us, but we'd eaten and had to decline.
Then he and Michelle and the kids went a few rows back to eat, the girls talking about their new puppy (who had been running around the place).
A few other people had animals, someone had this cat (like Quin), and someone else had this tiny puppy (I think related to Timey's mom's small fry) and there was a lab mix running around. At one point, I had to keep the cat from trying to eat the small puppy.
Then I realized I should probably go finish shopping, because my roommates would starve without me, and started saying goodbye.
I got to say goodbye to Obama and thanked him for giving me hope, then left.
Of course, I was about a block away when I realized I'd left my backpack, so I had to go back for it and the Secret Service guys were new and didn't recognize me, so I had to wait while they went and found it, and finally, I got it, and I thanked them and--
Then I woke up and was like, "WTF."
aj)Behind a cut for length.
I don't remember the very start, though I think I'd gone grocery-shopping to stock up (which I have to do later today)
Anyway, I was in the store and found out that they were out of meat. Which was weird and went to complain to the manager and he was all, "It's their fault" and pointed me at this large group of people checking out with this massive amount of food.
So, cranky, I went over to complain to them and somehow ended up roped into helping them haul their grocery stash back to this community center. Where, since I was helping to haul stuff, I got to bypass this long-ass line and go straight into the kitchen. I thought the line was weird and said so, and someone said, "That's 'cause Obama is barbecuing."
I totally did not believe that, but still helped lug in more bags of crap. So did some of these dudes in suits, and one of them actually checked my backpack before letting me back in the second time.
So then we were all in the kitchen, and I was still all "oh, please." And one of the volunteers grabbed my arm and dragged me to this, like, indoor patio thing where, lo and behold, Barack Obama was barbecuing on this huge barbecue.
Two of the volunteers with me started mocking the size of the chicken steaks and the baked potatoes, claiming that wasn't bbq, so Obama challenged them to go get this 'real' bbq they were talking about, and they said they'd be back in a while and left.
Went back out and sat in these lines of chairs/pews, to wait for the food. Hey, I was hungry!
The people who had been in line all filed in and ate the food and then most of them left until it was just us weirdo volunteers again. Then Obama came out with his kids and Michelle and they wandered around, talking to those who were left. And then he came and sat between me and this other girl and (as always happens) I was tongue-tied and couldn't say a damned thing--
Which was ok, because the volunteers were back with this giant-ass baked potato and chicken thing, which made Obama laugh a lot and hug those of us sitting near him (or at least, put his arms around our shoulders). Then he ate a little of the baked potato and said it was awesome, offered some to all of us, but we'd eaten and had to decline.
Then he and Michelle and the kids went a few rows back to eat, the girls talking about their new puppy (who had been running around the place).
A few other people had animals, someone had this cat (like Quin), and someone else had this tiny puppy (I think related to Timey's mom's small fry) and there was a lab mix running around. At one point, I had to keep the cat from trying to eat the small puppy.
Then I realized I should probably go finish shopping, because my roommates would starve without me, and started saying goodbye.
I got to say goodbye to Obama and thanked him for giving me hope, then left.
Of course, I was about a block away when I realized I'd left my backpack, so I had to go back for it and the Secret Service guys were new and didn't recognize me, so I had to wait while they went and found it, and finally, I got it, and I thanked them and--
Then I woke up and was like, "WTF."
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*amused*
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In other news, my ear is bugging the hell out of me. STUPID EAR.
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I was dreaming of some weird BSG (I think) time travel thing and my grandma called and woke me up.
Yours is so much better. I want to BBQ with Barack.
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So, cranky, I went over to complain to them and somehow ended up roped into helping them haul their grocery stash back to this community center. Where, since I was helping to haul stuff, I got to bypass this long-ass line and go straight into the kitchen. I thought the line was weird and said so, and someone said, "That's 'cause Obama is barbecuing."
I totally did not believe that, but still helped lug in more bags of crap. So did some of these dudes in suits, and one of them actually checked my backpack before letting me back in the second time.
So then we were all in the kitchen, and I was still all "oh, please." And one of the volunteers grabbed my arm and dragged me to this, like, indoor patio thing where, lo and behold, Barack Obama was barbecuing on this huge barbecue.
Wow. Full stop. Thus far, BEST DREAM EVER.
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I haven't had any coherent dreams I can recall since election night. Perhaps I am merely sleeping the calm and dreamless sleep of someone momentarily reassured by an election result I was pleased with. : )
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