I was at an Obama rally. Somehow I ended up around Obama and we started talking. I was struck by his height and his overpowering aura. He towered over me and joyously gazed into my face. I felt like I was in the presence of some sort of spiritual energy. I couldn’t help but be taken by him. I smiled at him but I couldn’t resist to voice my criticism of his political stance. I started telling him how I was uncomfortable by his centrist if not conservative political agenda. He …

I was in some nameless place and we somehow summoned Barack Obama.  I chatted with him for a while, and when I was done talking to him I said, “Wow, I had been a little more iffy about you lately, but now I remember why I liked you so much.”  He said, “Good, just remember to vote for me in November.”  I suddenly remembered his questionable vote on FISA [the Foreign Intelligence Surveillance Act] and said, “WAIT A MINUTE!  What about FISA?  I need to call my boyfriend, you need …

In the dream I lived in the basement of the White House and was the Santerian advisor. I was middle-aged, African American, wore a long white dress with a flannel plaid shirt of mostly blacks and greys turned into a jacket and a red tatted lace shawl and a dark grey scarf over my hair. I had a hearth with a fire going all the time and a big vase of summer flowers at my table. Otherwise I kept things pretty spare in case they had to sneak me out …

The dream somehow involved being in the same place as Obama, sitting down on a couch next to each other. He then proceeded to fall asleep, clearly exhausted, and he leaned against me. I remember feeling an overwhelming sense of the weight on his shoulders, and how hard this campaign and the upcoming presidency must be. I sat there, supporting him, feeling proud to be able to do so, and honored that he felt safe enough to relax. I felt like I was part of the people, taking care of him, …

I am in a gathering space, like a community hall, with a number of people.  I am thinking about leaving and going home but realize I have to go out across a rough section of neighborhood at night that feels risky, dangerous. I look around for someone who might accompany me at least part way for safety. Scene shifts or my attention is drawn back into the hall/event space. I am holding hands with Obama who is on my right side and with another man who is famous- maybe a …

I go somewhere with Barack Obama. When we return, it turns out it is only Obama and myself in the van. He is driving and I sit in the far back of the van. I realize that I have a chance to have a conversation with the President of the United States! I move up into the front seat. I ask him if we can talk- he tells me that is fine as long as I don’t mind listening to Cheryl Crow. We talk for a while. He makes a …

I am attending the Inauguration of Barack Obama, but I am in a room reserved for children–babysitting. I see children all around, playing quietly. I am not really engaged with the children; I am watching them play. In walks Obama. Everyone is surprised. He is wearing blue jeans and looks very handsome. He walks around, touching the children, talking to people casually, smiling, relaxed, happy. He has an aura about him, but is also very regular. The other workers scatter frantically. They change into glittery gowns to reflect the new …

A pair of dreams from the same night (Nov. 8, 2009), separated by 2 others between them: 1) I am in a living room with a number of other people. We are watching a TV news program. There doesn’t seem to be anything out of the ordinary, until the announcer reports that the Federal government plans to spend $50 billion to eliminate corruption at all levels of government. This seems to be a very significant move, and I tell the others to pay attention to it. I emphasize that the …

I recently had a dream about Obama. The dream jumps from the White House, an airport, a park, a meeting room and a school. In all venues all I can see is his tall head talking and smiling. Around him, as in one unit, are two levels of men, clustered close to him, keeping him away from the crowds. I recognize Rahm Emanuel as one of them. These men try to get his ear. In each venue Hillary Clinton is at the edge of the crowd trying to get Obama’s …

In my second dream I was Obama’s bodyguard.  I was guarding him while he was at ‘The Front.’  The front in the dream was a stage area from which Obama spoke to the people.  Obama began to walk through a walkway tunnel that leads to another building.  I proceeded to follow him.  I began to walk faster, and then began to run through the tunnel when I did not see him in sight.  I got very nervous.  A female secret service agent began to run tours my direction and told …