I am out at some kind of public event or function, a banquet of some kind. I’m sitting comfortably with a small group of people that I know, some from the present and some from the past. Barack Obama is sitting with us, just next to me. We are engaged in open, warm and generous conversation and I feel such a closeness to him. I know him so well, and feel emotion pouring from my heart to his. I thank him over and over for everything he has done, ‘Thank you for everything. It’s so important that you know the depth of our thanks, of my thanks. Important that you understand this feeling I have.’ We both continue sharing. I cry, and he sheds tears. We embrace often, and long, sharing in this like-feeling. I realize that we are very close, perhaps partnered even. It is difficult to finish the evening and leave the event. When I wake up, I still carry the deep emotion of gratitude and am saddened to have left the dream. I realize that I have had countless dreams with Barack Obama. The scenarios change slightly, but the emotion, the closeness, the gratitude and the exchange is always the same.

From a 29-year old Canadian woman, in February of 2009.  She describes herself as a “theatre artist, educator and activist. I am originally from the East Coast of Canada, and have traveled to and lived in most major cities in Canada.”