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 …