Barack was sitting at a table with Michelle standing beside him. There were others around, aides and such, and he was already sworn in as President. Somebody introduced us, and instead of shaking his hand, I hugged him. Then I stood back and hugged him again. I don’t think I spoke, but he laughed and took my crazy adoration in stride. Then he made me the girls’ and the dream skipped ahead to me standing by a black suburban, picking up Sasha and Malia from school. I even put them …

I was walking down the street and heard someone yell “Sasha!”; then two little girls ran past me. I turned around and there was Michelle Obama…I asked if I could have my picture taken with her; by then a crowd of paparazzi had gathered and they went into a Dominican restaurant in my neighborhood in NYC, where I ‘remembered’ Obama had campaigned (as if!). Somehow I managed to squeeze in through a crack in the glass window, and there was a big bed where I snuggled up next to Michelle …