I was in my house in my dad’s bedroom (he lives with me and my family). I was looking in a mirror. I was actually pulling my bottom teeth out. (Go figure!) Suddenly Obama walks in and looks around the room … sits on the bed and talks to me … I did not hear what he was talking about, but at that moment i noticed gold caps on my pulled out teeth and was very curious about that. I do not have gold in my mouth. He was talking to my dad about something which still there was no sound for me to understand what he was saying. Then I walked out of the room to my bedroom and started worrying about my facial features without teeth. Then Obama walked into My bedroom and looked around then sat down again on my bed. I still did not hear what he was saying but began wondering about what his wife would say if she knew he was in my house…I woke up then.
From a 44-year old Connecticut woman, a caregiver for her disabled husband, on April 30, 2011.
She felt “curious” about the dream when she woke up, but it didn’t change her views about Obama (she is not registered to vote and said “other” when asked to describe her political ideology). Perhaps the dream reflects her waking attitude towards Obama–she doesn’t hear anything she says. He does enter her personal space, though, a possible boundary-violation which gets her attention.
Her focus is on her teeth and facial appearance, compared to which a personal visit from the President is far less meaningful and important. I don’t know any details about this woman’s life beyond this, but if she’s caring for a disabled husband plus an elderly father, she must lead a life full of service to others. The dream might then reflect the challenge of balancing care of self vs. care of others.
The gold is an intriguing detail, something that is not accurately representing waking reality. Something of inner value?
If it were my dream, I’d wonder what my dad and Obama were talking about. Does my dad have any opinions about Obama in waking life? Is there a connection in terms of male authority?
I was at my dead grandparents house which was selected in a competition to be visited by Barack Obama in Adelaide, Australia. I couldn’t believe we had been chosen and when he arrived with his entourage and security it was a sight to behold. He entered the house and talked to me and then we went to the bedroom and sat and talked some more he sounded genuinely interested in me. Then with the door open he laid down and pulled out a breast, I couldn’t believe it, was this a man or a women? Then I started to suck on his breast before I knew what I was doing. Then we walked out to the lounge room and we were surrounded by security from both outside and inside the house wanting to know what had taken place in the room. Then Barack Obama and entourage left and it was all over. What was the most striking part of the dream which I’m not sure whether it was the beginning or the end, was his face up strickingly (sic) close to mine and his current appearance had changed to that of a grotesque figure.
From a 47-year old Australian male bridge inspector, on May 9, 2011
A political liberal, he said the dream has impacted the way he looks at Obama (although without specifying how). After he woke up from the dream he felt “somewhat disturbed and in ore [awe?] of the reality of it. The dream was so real I searched for a similar dream and couldn’t believe it, that under the title Barack Obama dreams the first one to come up was someone’s dream in a similar vain in an elevator with him filling two bottles of milk from a breast pump.”
This dream starts with a typical “Obama as Friend” theme, transposed to an international setting. But then it takes a sharp turn into the bizarre with a “grotesque,” androgynous Obama laying down on a bed and baring a female breast, from which the dreamer suddenly begins sucking, whether sexually or to nurse is unclear. The dreamer’s association to a similar dream suggests a maternal meaning.
Obama as nurturer of world hopes? or, Obama as womanish, boundary-violating freak?
I was living in a tiny house in my grandparent’s backyard and Obama was my dad. I didn’t like living with him so I was trying to run away, but for some reason I kept getting stuck right after this one huge tree. So I was just hiding behind this tree when I see Obama through a window in the house and he’s talking to this blonde woman dressed in a light blue suit, and I can hear them talking about me and wondering where I am. There was this squirrel on the window sill that was making these really loud noises, so Obama was getting annoyed. He says “hold on a minute,” to the lady and reaches under the table and takes out a huge machine gun and shoots the squirrel into a million pieces! the lady starts crying and tries to put the squirrel back together but it just keeps falling apart. Finally, I come out from behind the tree and glue it back together for her.
From a 19-year old female student from Georgia, on October 9, 2010.
The dreamer, a moderate Republican, though the dream was “funny” and now associates President Obama with this image of blowing up a squirrel.
She reported the dream to me on May 2, 2011, just before the President’s announcement that a US military team had shot and killed Osama bin Laden.
The dream portrays Obama as a frightening, unpredictable father figure. Perhaps this reflects something in the dreamer’s personal life relationship with her actual father. It could also mirror the political views of a Republican in Georgia towards Obama’s Presidency–being stuck with an authority figure you don’t like, you don’t trust, and you fear is going to destroy things you care about.
There are lots of people on a campus, it’s time to go….They’re trying to sort us out….Then I’m running up a hill, like for exercise….A guy is up on a ledge or retaining wall to my left….There’s brown dirt and green foliage all around, it’s a forest area….He asks me how to get out?….I say keep going?….Then somehow my left foot gets stuck in the muddy ditch by the left side of the road, next to the retaining wall….So I get myself up onto the retaining wall and start running again on all fours, my hands in front, along the narrow ledge….I wonder as I go, will I fall?….I’m nervous, but I find that if I just focus on my hands and the path ahead of me, I’ll be fine….
This came the night after I attended a fund-raising dinner with President Obama for his re-election campaign. I shook his hand, made some small talk, and listened to him give a speech about what lies ahead for the country.
Obama does not appear in the dream directly. Perhaps he is represented by the guy up to my left, though my sense is that guy has more to do with people more politically liberal than Obama, or me.
The main continuity between the dream and the waking event has to do with the direction of movement–running forward in a balanced and focused way, avoiding the pitfalls of the left, trusting one’s instincts. It’s literal and physical in the dream, while it’s metaphorical in the political themes of Obama’s approach to the 2012 campaign.
If there’s any implicit criticism in the dream towards Obama, it might be in the strange detail of running on all fours, like an animal. Does the cerebral side of Obama come out more than the instinctual side? Is that another aspect of the balance he and his supporters need to run his campaign successfully?
“I was over the Obama’s for an evening – Barrack put his head on my lap and I ran my fingers through his hair comforting him. It was more loving and sweet then sexual. Michelle was there too and she shared her dirty little secret: “I really don’t like dogs, I’d much rather have two horses now that I’m in the White House”. The house was a plain suburban home, and the feeling of the dream was friendly and neighborly.”
From a 52-year old female nurse in Washington state, on February 5, 2011.
She said the dream made her feel happy when she woke up: “I really enjoyed this dream–it made me laugh.”
A liberal Democrat, she said the dream matches her waking life attitude towards the President: “I’ve always liked Obama and I still do.”
The physical intimacy and friendliness here reminds me of some of the dreams women had of Bill Clinton, with situations that might seem sexual but are specifically described by the dreamers as non-sexual. Their emphasis is on the close interpersonal bond with the President, a feeling that’s continuous with the dreamer’s political views in waking life.
In this dream Michelle Obama displays no jealousy or disapproval of the dreamer’s behavior. On the contrary, the First Lady takes the dreamer into her confidence and shares a “dirty little secret.” It’s hard to say what this is about without the dreamer’s associations, but it sounds to me like a sly commentary on the private desires hidden behind Michelle Obama’s public persona.
I dreamed that Obama and I were next door neighbors in very large beautiful homes. He came over to my house and wanted to use my exercise equipment. But for some reason all of my equipment was unreachable hanging from a high ceiling or wall. He said it was OK then he went to his house. Later on I went to his house which turned into the White House to tell him I found some equipment. I was able to walk right pass security without being searched. It was as if they knew me. I could see through the opened door that he was busy on the phone in the Oval Office. So I left. On the way down the stairs there were black women my age looking at me with disgust as if I was his mistress or something but Michele walked right past me, then casually looked back to say, “Hey girl, y’all gon work out again together today? You know he loves to work out with you.” Then I woke up.
From a 43-year old woman, an executive assistant in Chicago, Illinois, on January 26, 2011.
She said, “While dreaming it felt real. I felt honored to be in their presence. When I woke up I felt like it was a sign that my social circle was about to change for the better.”
A very liberal person politically, she said the dream is consistent with her waking views of Obama: “I’ve always admired and respected him. If anything, I like both of them even more so now.”
Her interpretation of the dream as reflecting personal hopes for a better social life makes sense. In that view President Obama symbolizes a friendly agent of change, someone who can help her strengthen her relationships. Michelle’s blessing (rather than tension as in other people’s dreams of the First Couple) of their exercise–a major waking world priority of the First Lady’s– is further affirmation of that encouraging feeling.
If I were the dreamer I’d be curious about the disgusted black women. Who are they, and why don’t they like my friendship with Obama? What are they doing there anyway?