Michelle Likes Horses, Not Dogs

“I was over the Obama’s for an evening – Barrack put his head on my lap and I ran my fingers through his hair comforting him. It was more loving and sweet then sexual. Michelle was there too and she shared her dirty little secret: “I really don’t like dogs, I’d much rather have two horses now that I’m in the White House”.  The house was a plain suburban home, and the feeling of the dream was friendly and neighborly.”

From a 52-year old female nurse in Washington state, on February 5, 2011.

She said the dream made her feel happy when she woke up: “I really enjoyed this dream–it made me laugh.”

A liberal Democrat, she said the dream matches her waking life attitude towards the President: “I’ve always liked Obama and I still do.”

The physical intimacy and friendliness here reminds me of some of the dreams women had of Bill Clinton, with situations that might seem sexual but are specifically described by the dreamers as non-sexual.  Their emphasis is on the close interpersonal bond with the President, a feeling that’s continuous with the dreamer’s political views in waking life.

In this dream Michelle Obama displays no jealousy or disapproval of the dreamer’s behavior.  On the contrary, the First Lady takes the dreamer into her confidence and shares a “dirty little secret.”  It’s hard to say what this is about without the dreamer’s associations, but it sounds to me like a sly commentary on the private desires hidden behind Michelle Obama’s public persona.

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? 


He’s Watching What Sounds Like Porn

imagesMy fiancee and I went to the White House to an Illinois-only party, which was the only one Barack was attending.  Barack had his Blackberry and I had my new iPhone, so I struck up a conversation with him at a long, rustic wood mess hall table.  Everyone at the party was clicking beer glasses in toasts over the table and Barack put his arm around my waist and leaned in to make a toast, but his hand moved up, unbeknownst to him, so that he was groping me.  I was going to tell him but I didn’t want to embarrass him.  Later my fiancee and I took a tour of the White House on our own and saw Barack downloading an iPhone app that would allow him to monitor his daughters as they slept, to make sure nothing bad happened to them.  Later in our self-guided tour, we overheard Barack in his study, drinking Scotch and watching what sounded like porn.  He heard us in the hallway, changed the channel came out and offered to show us around.  We declined, saying, “You’re tired, just rest.  We’ll show ourselves around.”   (I wasn’t bothered by the porn. I thought, the man probably needs to unwind.)

From a 28-year old female writer in Chicago, January of 2009.

Doing Laundry at the White House

imagesI’m working for the President! The headquarters are in the basement of the Capitol. There are laundry machines yet it feels like important things are going on. We are now on the grand grounds of the White House or Capitol and I am with the President. Iam watching him and I marvel. It is just us! I am at a folding table, doing official paperwork. He is on his blackberry. I can hear his conversation. I am doing my work well and with confidence, despite the fact that I have been an at home mother for the past 13 years! I am calm and yet stunned that I am working for him. I feel proud and in awe. I am less a physical body, than all good feelings. Suddenly, a woman (gov. employee) comes and talks to him about laundry as they converse at the other end of the table. I understand that they are talking in code about something very important, and that I should not be there. Barack Obama hands me a key (it is the key to my mother’s apartment) and tells me that I might like to use it to access a place that I might enjoy. He is kind and it is a nice gesture. I leave and walk the grand grassy grounds past beautiful ruins, through my old highschool and on to my home of origin.

From a 45-year old mother of three boys in New York, January 2009

The dreamer adds these comments: “I participate in an occasional dream group with a woman who is a Jungian dream analyst. I have been an at-home mother, but I am very interested in the future of our country, so I spend a lot of time googling information on issues that interest me and listening to NPR. I canvassed for Obama in Philadelphia and I am very excited that he is president. I have worked as a travel agent, and have an MSed.”

This dream offers a good example of the metaphorical aspects of dream imagery.  Many of Obama’s supporters felt that President Bush “dirtied” the White House and “tarnished” the reputation of America around the world.  The earliest theme of Obama’s primary candidacy was “clean government,” meaning the elimination of corruption and improper influence of  lobbyists. 

To extend the metaphor of the dream, President Obama’s job (and the job of his supporters) is to clean the country of the accumulated dirt and grime from the previous occupant of the White House. 

The special intimacy theme appears here, along with a rather cryptic message to return to her “home of origin.”  Perhaps this is a dream variation of “think globally, act locally”?  The highest call to national service is to take good care of home and family?

The O-shape of the glass window in many washing machines suggests a possible visual pun with the ubiquitous O in Obama’s campaign posters, bumper stickers, and t-shirts.