I was outside and all of us were waiting for Barack Obama to come out and make a speech. It seemed like it was sometime during the Spring. There was a stage in front with a plastic backdrop behind the stage. I can’t remember if there was a podium. The chairs were all white fold up chairs (the kind you might see at a wedding). A lot of people were dressed really nice in tuxedo. There was a band playing. I was talking to someone next to me. Then finally …

My first dream was that I was incarcerated with Obama.  The warden and the correction officers had plotted to kill Obama, and I had to make a moral decision to help him and risk death upon me, or do nothing.  I choose to help him, but as I got close to him to warn him I was grabbed by the correction officers and beaten.  I then woke up in an isolation room and discovered that the $100 bill I had was stolen from me.  I began to pray and ask …