Putting His Daughters to Bed

Kelly — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 21:09:32 +0000

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 to bed that night. They slept in these huge double beds, side by side in an enormous bedroom.

From a 30-year old married woman in Minnesota, January 2009.

About herself she says, “I have wanted Obama to be president since he won his Senate seat in 2006. I work in nonprofit development raising money for ACORN and Project Vote. THERE WAS NO VOTER FRAUD! It was a dirty scheme to make the public distrustful and suspicious…lo and behold! It worked! And McCain still lost. Funny how that worked out.”"

As with many other reports elsewhere on the site, this one features a strong Obama supporter in waking life who dreams of expressing that enthusiasm directly and intimately with Obama himself.

The apparently fragmentary text just before the point where “the dream skips ahead” makes it hard to tell what has happened to the dreamer–has she become the Obama’s nanny? or has she replaced Michelle as mother? or is she just a very close family friend? The ambiguity may reflect the complexities of her “crazy adoration” for Obama in both dreaming and waking life.

When a person feels so passionately about a politician, it seems likely that deeper dimensions of a person’s worldview and life experience have been aroused, so that supporting (or attacking) the politician becomes a means of expressing the person’s ultimate values and self-identity.

Without knowing anything else about the dreamer and her personal life, we can still interpret her dream in collective terms as a vivid fantasy of safety and nurturance within the inner sanctum of American political power, a fantasy made possible (in the view of his supporters) by Obama’s rise to the Presidency.

I Feel Like We’re Going Backwards

Kelly — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 23:20:25 +0000

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 — then I realized Barack was on the other side of me in bed, and felt a little disappointed…There were blue strobe lights and “Stairway to Heaven” was playing; the bed felt like it was moving b/c of the lights, and our pictures were being taken — I said “I feel like we’re going backwards!” referring to the bed, but then worried that Barack would take that as a criticism of his efforts as president… when I woke up I thought “are we building a stairway to heaven or are we going backwards?”…

From a 46-year old mother in New York City, in March of 2009. She was a Hillary supporter during primaries and Barack supporter during the general election who spent time campaigning for him.

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Putting His Daughters to Bed

I Feel Like We’re Going Backwards