Lucid Dreaming About an Obama Dream Website

  I have had several dreams already of (I actually don’t know how to say!), Obama. This latest was the most amusing. He was sitting at a folding table in something like a community center, arms gently folded, smiling a little. I said, “I’ve had dreams about you before.” Then I knew I was dreaming, a lucid dream. I sat down and said, “You know, there is a site where everyone can tell their dreams of you”. He slid his cell phone across the table with a laconic smile and said, “call ’em.” Then we both started laughing.

From a 64-year old male, a cabinet maker and poet from, in late December 2010

A political Independent who considers himself liberal, he said that when he awoke he felt “very good in so many ways; the joke, the lucid dream, the closeness to a man I do not know except in dreams and books.” 

The dream comes full circle!

Putting His Daughters to Bed

imagesBarack 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.