I had a dream last night that I met Barack Obama. He was a very nice guy and we even had a few words together. At first he thought I was a groupie Obamanaic, I think, because I extended my hand to him and he signed it. I was about to tell him I was a Republican when I corrected myself and said 'I am an independent and I didn't vote for you.' I cant recall if he even said anything there but I then told him I was praying for him. He looked taken aback a little and told me thank you. Then he said he got chills from that moment and I did too, it was very interesting. Then he went on his way, it was some outdoor harvest Halloween event. I was doing my thing there, too, and a little later I saw him again and asked him for his autograph for my daughter, I figured since he was in a signing mood... He obliged and went to this rack of drying paintings of halloween scenes and took the one he painted and wrote to John T. and signed it. I thought that was so cool, but the paint was still drying so I had to hold it carefully and couldn't roll it up. Well as I was looking for my daughter a young man, couldn't have been much more than 18 was with a few friends and he wanted to take the painting from me. He didn't know that it had the future Presidents signature on it but I thought he was being ridiculous anyway and I told him so. He persisted and started getting physical so I told him I would fight him for it but I wouldn't give it to him. It was for my daughter. He obliged and so I found a safe place to put down the painting and we squared off. Right then I woke up, right before my alarm would have gone off anyway. I was looking forward to how that scene would have turned out. In my dreams I am kind of a tough guy in those situations, he would have been in a lot of trouble. Oh well, I wanted to write it all down because it was vivid, interesting, and unlike any of my usual dreams. Plus I woke right up and remembered it well.
What would Freud think?