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?