I walk into a long wooden-floored building like a school house or community center. Obama is standing with others around a long table in the middle of the room. Everyone is arguing. He suddenly starts to glow with a white light, emanating first from his face but then expanding over his entire body and then enveloping the room in a quick blast. I am witnessing now as people are knocked over by the “push” and many fall into a sleepy trance-like state, slumped over one another on the floor. He …

This was not a pleasant dream; it was tense.  I was somehow conscripted as a sort of temporary nanny help for Obama’s girls.  Malia had a serious dental problem that needed fixing  (I myself am in need of a bridge).  I was not able (allowed?) to take her to dentist, as it turned out,  I made myself at home and fell asleep on the sofa.  Late at night BO asked me if I knew it was nearly midnight.  I didn’t realize I had overstayed!  A former acquaintance bumped into me …