Exercising with Obama

I dreamed that Obama and I were next door neighbors in very large beautiful homes. He came over to my house and wanted to use my exercise equipment. But for some reason all of my equipment was unreachable hanging from a high ceiling or wall. He said it was OK then he went to his house. Later on I went to his house which turned into the White House to tell him I found some equipment. I was able to walk right pass security without being searched. It was as if they knew me. I could see through the opened door that he was busy on the phone in the Oval Office. So I left. On the way down the stairs there were black women my age looking at me with disgust as if I was his mistress or something but Michele walked right past me, then casually looked back to say, “Hey girl, y’all gon work out again together today? You know he loves to work out with you.” Then I woke up.

From a 43-year old woman, an executive assistant in Chicago, Illinois, on January 26, 2011.

She said, “While dreaming it felt real. I felt honored to be in their presence. When I woke up I felt like it was a sign that my social circle was about to change for the better.”

A very liberal person politically, she said the dream is consistent with her waking views of Obama: “I’ve always admired and respected him.  If anything, I like both of them even more so now.”

Her interpretation of the dream as reflecting personal hopes for a better social life makes sense.  In that view President Obama symbolizes a friendly agent of change, someone who can help her strengthen her relationships.  Michelle’s blessing (rather than tension as in other people’s dreams of the First Couple) of their exercise–a major waking world priority of the First Lady’s– is further affirmation of that encouraging feeling. 

If I were the dreamer I’d be curious about the disgusted black women.  Who are they, and why don’t they like my friendship with Obama?  What are they doing there anyway? 

   

Church Scuffle

My dad and I happen upon a church where Barack is speaking. Entering, I feel a strong sense of being different from the mostly black congregation. Barack stands at the pulpit, but he is old and pale with a receding, red afro. I am surprised that he is so much less attractive than in my mind. I know the religious right in the congregation are plotting his downfall. Then something odd falls from his person. It is a round object that resembles a child’s rubbery, flashing Spike Ball. I know that in the ball lies the success of Barack’s campaign. Only one other person sees it fall, and in her eyes I can tell that she also knows of its power. The average-looking woman and I tussle for the ball and when I come up victorious, I notice a change in the congregation. About half of the African-Americans are now white. I hand the ball to Michelle, who doesn’t thank me. I exit the church and shrug my shoulders at the woman I scuffled with and say, Sorry.

 From a dreamer in Brooklyn, NY, a white woman married to a black man.

 This came in the spring of 2008, before Obama became President.  It envisions a religious assault on Obama that weakens and ages him. 

Bodily misfortunes in dreams (e.g., losing teeth, hair falling out, etc.) can be metaphors of emotional concerns about losing power or influence in waking life.   Seen in this light, the dream reflects a fear that even if Obama reaches the pulpit (and presidency), he will not be able to defend his strength and vitality against his attackers in the church.

In a twist on the hero theme, it’s the dreamer who must rescue Obama so he can continue his mission.      

The racial dimensions of the dream seem very complex, in light of Obama’s mixed racial background and the dreamer’s mixed racial marriage.  A black church would seem to be very friendly territory for Obama, though in fact he struggled early in the primaries to persuade African-American pastors to support him rather than Hillary Clinton.