I was invited to an informal party of about 150 at the Obama residence in Chicago. I met people and had fun. I seemed to be part of a coterie around the president of sort of interns. The daughters were sleeping over at a friend’s house. I didn’t see Michelle, but I assume she was there. I toured the house, unescorted, which I was worried about. It did not really resemble the actual Chicago house i’ve seen in pictures. It was nicely appointed, upper middle class. A large home but not a mansion. I walked into one part that had an indoor swimming pool with white tile like a gym that seemed to be an add on the the house. Then I went out front and approached the president’s car. A couple other people where at the front of the car fiddling with what turned out to be a secret compartment by one of the headlights. The whole thing was like a James bond gadget. Inside was found a key to a secret room. Somehow it was known that this room contained a scandal for the president. Secret service called for the party to end and escorted folks out and much press arrived out front. I was back inside and spoke to the president who was distracted with advisors. I said, “you know the problem won’t be what’s in the room because it’s probably nothing so bad. It will be the speculation that it churns up in your political foes.” he sort of nodded without making eye contact like he didn’t really need inexpert advice at quite that moment. That’s what I remember. Being a very big admirer of the real Obama, I hope it wasn’t a premonition, lol.
From a 47-year old male art director in Michigan, September 6, 2010.
How did he feel about the dream when he woke up? “I thought it was cool. I think I had it because he is such a “Teflon” president it’s natural to look for a crack.”
Has it influenced his views of Obama one way or another? “Not a bit. I have total trust.”
From a 53-year old liberal woman from Washington, in May 2010.
Perhaps a reflection of the First Lady’s campaign to promote healthy diets and fight childhood obesity?
Obama and I were married. I am white female. We had a very small motor home. He wanted to have sex. I didn’t mind. He was laying on top of me on the floor, but there wasn’t any room, and the doors and windows were all open. We still had our clothes on. The chair was in the way. I told him at least he should shut the door. There was a lot of daylight and I was concerned, not worried, that someone would be watching. I said, but your President, won’t someone care? And I also said, “I remember when we used to do this before you became President.” There wasn’t any awe involved, just a statement, like a married couple would make to each other. Such as “we used to do this when we were kids.” He got up to shut the door. I looked at the bed to see if there was more room than there was on the floor. the bed was very narrow, so I decided to stay on the floor and I pushed the chair around so I could at least stretch out. I determined that though there was a lot of daylight, it would be okay. That’s all. We did not have sex, and I awoke before he returned from closing the door.
From a 57-year old female medical professional in Saudi Arabia, August 19, 2010.
She said the dream left her feeling “Disturbed. I do not like Obama as President. I certainly wouldn’t want to be married to him and confined with him in such a small motorhome even if we weren’t married.”
Has it influenced her view of Obama? “No. But it has made me introspective.”
Hello. My name is S__. I just had a dream an hour ago and decided to google. I came across this site.. This was my dream. The first scene was of Barack and I sitting on the edge of a red colored bed in a beautiful home. He was holding my face so gently and we were kissing softly on the lips. Our breathe was warm and it felt so passionate. My heart was beating. I could feel it through my chest. His eyes opened to look into mine. He gently started to kiss my pretty face on the cheeks eyelids and forehead all the while holding me. We went back to soft passionate lip kissing. Out of nowhere I slowly got up feeling loved, sexually arroused and nervous. I walked across this bedroom that was rich in colors of reds golds and whites. I ended up on the outside of the room but the doorway was wide so it was like I was still in there. My mother (who is softspoken and sweet) came out of nowhere passing me papers for school and softly telling me the rundown of some school program (I’m 40 and finished school). I was embarassed that she was doing this and started to speak loudly asking her why she does this. All the while looking out of the corner of my eye at Barack and caring how he must be thinking of me. My mother disapeared and I was now walking past Michelle (who had on a red or purple sleeveless dress) back over to Obama. I stood in front of him for a minute and watched his eyes and lips and was trying to figure out his thoughts. He seemed concerned and in love with me. Michelle was leaning forward to the side doing something on a table. I think she was setting the table. Next scene Barack and I are laying down and he is kissing me and holding me. I no longer see Michelle. I could smell him and feel the warmth of his breath. His hands were as soft as his lips. Earlier he had on a white shirt and black slacks. Now as we lay on the bed, he has on nothing but boxers and I am in a bra and panties. We just laid there kissing and holding each other looking into each others eyes and it felt so real. I felt at peace and so arroused. I then woke up to my phone ringing….
From a 40-year old female massage therapist in New York City.
She said, “I’d like to add that this is not the first dream I have had of him. I think it is about the 5th time now. Same sexual scenes but with less surrounding details and people. We had sex in one of them. Slow passionate sex. I felt the dream (as all the others) was nice. I wished it had continued. I felt like the dream was sent from his thoughts about me. That he dreams the same things about me and sends them to me when I’m sleeping. They just seem so vivid and real. Strange feelings. Just strange. This sounds creepy.”
Regarding the impact of the dream, she said “It has influenced me alot. As I said earlier I feel like we have a connection. That we are suppose to be together. Michelle forgive me if you ever read this. Please. I almost feel ashamed.”