Partying with the Obamas

Another messed up dream, from this morning.

Somehow I’d met up with the Obamas at some fundraiser in Washington D.C. and my friends and I were invited to continue partying with them. So after a little rigmarole from the secret service, we were escorted to a limousine waiting outside. The Obamas told us that they needed to stop by the house to change clothes and pick up a few things and asked us if we minded. Of course not. So minutes later we arrive at the White House.

So we’re given the nickel tour of the White House and it’s pretty amazing. Of course it looks nothing like I’d seen on TV because this is some sort of messed up dream I’m having. The First Lady excuses herself to go change. The President asks us if we want anything to drink, we of course say yes. He shows us to the kitchen and hands us a couple of beers. He then tells us he’s going to go change and for us to just hang out until they get back.

I follow him for a sec and ask him where the bathrooms are, since I really needed to piss at this point. He says the bathrooms are all connected to the bedrooms and to just find a bedroom and I’ll find a bathroom. So I walk down the hall until I find an open door.

I walk in to find clothes thrown all over the floor, the bed, and other furniture in the room. I find the bathroom off to one side and go do my business. On exiting the room I run into the President again and we walk back to the kitchen. He told me to excuse the mess and that kids will always be messy.

Once back in the kitchen we’re standing there talking and I ask him what time it was because I knew it was pretty late. I told him how I needed to be at work early in the mornings. He told me it was 6:31am. I think I said “oh shit” and then told him I needed to get going.

It was about that time that I woke up. I HAD slept through my alarm. My alarm clock said 6:34a. And damnit, I was going to be late for work. So I hurried and tried to get ready to go as fast as possible. It was just another strange dream.