Sat, Feb 7th, 2009

I went to a beautiful auditorium to hear President Obama speak. It was packed, and I was with three others, though I do not know who. He was inspiring and as soon as he left, the masses started to exit the building. We waited a bit to decide our plans because we were unsure of what we were doing next. People pushed past us, and I realized that I had left my wallet on the table, open, with money out. Oddly enough, no one had touched it.
We finally wandered out into the hallway, when all of a sudden we saw Obama coming back into the lobby area. People RUSHED towards him to ask him questions and shake hands. They begged him to stay for dinner. He finally decided he would, as did we.
It turned out to be a debutant ball. There was a HUGE ballroom with women dressed up in ridiculously poofy and fancy dresses, accompanied by men in tuxes. We were most definitely underdressed, so we had to sit far away at this very long rectangular table. We sat at one end... me and Chris A on one side, Jon and Kathy and Yassara on the other.
I told Chris A how Jon and I had been singing Disney songs and we could not remember this one song. Of course Chris A knew it and we began singing it.
All of a sudden, Barak Obama joined our table. He was sitting across from me and Jon, Kathy, and Yassara had all moved down. I stood up and gave him a hug, instantly turning into Michelle Obama. I kissed the top of his forehead and told him I was proud of him. He smiled at me. I turned back into myself and sat down.
Yassara, who had been on one side of the table, switched sides, got up, and walked over to Obama. She stood close to him and was really dwarfed by him, even though he was sitting. She asked if she could shake his hand. He said of course, and she did. She then bent over and started picking some lint off of his collar. He looked bewildered and she grinned sheepishly and explained that it was an OCD habit. She then told him that she had heard a story about when he taught in a classroom. He taught kids that were really unable to be taught and he never gave up on them. She said it was what inspired her to be a teacher. The story was so moving, that she got tears in her eyes. I was so empathetic that I got teary also. My perspective during this had changed... instead of sitting across fromObama, I was sort of diagonal, looking from above both Yassara and him.

The dream changes.

I am at my parent's home, in the living room. I see Harvey and a new kitten, who is cream, but very stragely, mirroring him. They are walking shoulder to shoulder. It is night time, the only light that is on is over the kitchen table, where my brother is looking at some sort of reference book. At the same time, we notice this thing hanging in the air. It looks to be a spider egg sac. We sic Harvey and mystery kitten to it, but they sniff and walk away. Meantime, we notice the silk. There are 8 strands of silk coming from the ceiling. Four connect to the egg sac, four go to the floor. There are small black spiders crawling down each one. Four go work on the eggs, four go to the floor and scatter across the living and family room. I dance around as the four scatter and I ask Chris what we are going to do.
He has a bunch of race car stickers. You are supposed to put them on a paper track. Some of them are big, so I suggest he take two and next time the 4 are working on the egg sac, he can cover them all and kill them. He is one step ahead and already stalking the sac with two big race car stickers. I look at the stickers and notice that there are an absurd amount of duck crossing stickers on this sheet with the race cars. I count them. There are 7. Some are in yellow, some in greys. Chris is about to close in on the sac and I wonder what we should do about the 4 spiders who scattered.

Then I wake up...