Obama Shoots the Squirrel

I was living in a tiny house in my grandparent’s backyard and Obama was my dad. I didn’t like living with him so I was trying to run away, but for some reason I kept getting stuck right after this one huge tree. So I was just hiding behind this tree when I see Obama through a window in the house and he’s talking to this blonde woman dressed in a light blue suit, and I can hear them talking about me and wondering where I am. There was this squirrel on the window sill that was making these really loud noises, so Obama was getting annoyed. He says “hold on a minute,” to the lady and reaches under the table and takes out a huge machine gun and shoots the squirrel into a million pieces! the lady starts crying and tries to put the squirrel back together but it just keeps falling apart. Finally, I come out from behind the tree and glue it back together for her.

From a 19-year old female student from Georgia, on October 9, 2010.

The dreamer, a moderate Republican, though the dream was “funny” and now associates President Obama with this image of blowing up a squirrel.

She reported the dream to me on May 2, 2011, just before the President’s announcement that a US military team had shot and killed Osama bin Laden.

The dream portrays Obama as a frightening, unpredictable father figure.  Perhaps this reflects something in the dreamer’s personal life relationship with her actual father.  It could also mirror the political views of a Republican in Georgia towards Obama’s Presidency–being stuck with an authority figure you don’t like, you don’t trust, and you fear is going to destroy things you care about.

Mike Tyson Takes the Bullet

I was outside and all of us were waiting for Barack Obama to come out and make a speech. It seemed like it was sometime during the Spring. There was a stage in front with a plastic backdrop behind the stage. I can’t remember if there was a podium. The chairs were all white fold up chairs (the kind you might see at a wedding). A lot of people were dressed really nice in tuxedo. There was a band playing. I was talking to someone next to me. Then finally Obama came out and he was greeted by a moderate amount of clapping. It seemed like a really long speech. I was on the left about 5 or 6 rows back. I don’t think I was focusing well on the speech, my mind was adrift in total attention deficit. I think i was eating some hors’dourves. All of a sudden I hear some commotion up ahead. It was coming from the first row. Everyone was crowding around. It seemed like someone was sick or something. I saw Michael Jordan standing up and lifting someone. It was Mike Tyson! He was crouched over and his eyes were sort of closed. Someone shouts out that he was shot. It was weird to me because I never heard any gun shot. Someone said he shot himself—then the rumor is that he had been shot. Must’ve been one of those silent guns. He is dead and MJ let’s him go and he drops to the floor. Everyone starts to run including me. I’m sobbing and sort of hysterical. I see Obama sitting somewhere. He looks upset and he is crying into a white napkin. Later, a woman comes up to me and tell me that the police would like to see me. I’m kinda freaked out at this point. The police tell me they just need a statement from me telling them what I saw from the crowd. I tell them. They tell me that it appears that the President had been the original target of an attempted assassination and that Mike Tyson, in the front row, had taken the bullet. They think that someone was beyond the plastic backdrop. They ask me if i saw anyone. I somehow get this image in my head of a window with a blurry figure. I leave and go to the car. I am getting ready to go home. Then later I see my father and i realize that he had come to the speech with crutches or a wheelchair. I didn’t understand why because in real life my father is fine. Then I saw Drew Peterson (a man who has been in the news lately, former local police officer charged with murdering his wives) he is somehow there and he is also in a wheelchair. He starts talking to my dad about something..!

From a 24-year old woman in Illinois, on February 17, 2010. 

She says when she woke up she felt “freaked out, but relieved that the President missed the shot.  I did feel bad for Mike Tyson, though.”

I can’t help but associate the image of Mike Tyson with his guest appearance in the 2009 film The Hangover, as a tiger-owning, quick-punching, but quirkily sentimental thug you would really not want to piss off. 

The dreamer went on to say, “When I woke up I told my mom the whole dream and she said, “well, maybe it was Drew Peterson that attempted to kill the President.” I guess if my dream had been an Agatha Christie mystery, my mother would’ve solved it before the last chapter.”

A very liberal Democrat in waking life, the dreamer thoughtfully responded to the question of whether the dream influenced her view of Obama:

“A little. It made me feel a bit nervous for him. It also made me realize how vulnerable the position of the presidency can be. How nerve-wracking it must be waking up everyday and having to trust that your life is being protected. I had just watched the day before a bunch of documentaries on Black History because it had been black history month. It made me realize how much hatred there was towards black americans. I thought to myself, “how is it possible that only about 60 years later after all that boiling hatred and prejudice, can we be totally cured as a society?” the answer is we aren’t. There still is hatred and prejudice. Even though we got a black man elected doesn’t mean that there isn’t discrimination and racism. It takes hundreds of years for most societies to heal. Not only is racism still alive, but black people in our society don’t feel completely equal yet. They haven’t completely forgiven our society for hundreds of years of cruelty and oppression and it will be a long time before we are completely healed, maybe it will never be completely healed.”