Team Cream

Barack Obama came to me in a dream last night. I was kinda whatever about him until now, in the sense of, “ok hes really good at talking but what are his plans, i guess we’ll see, i don’t know much about politics…hmm i’m hungry maybe I should start watching a tv series online” but since the dream (which upon recall, my heart afluttered like a facebook message from a cute boy), i’ve been hanging on his every word, which oozes thick like the purest cloudy honey made by a hive of the most soulful, altruistic, and determined bees known to man. Err um… so anyhow, in the dream, he was surrounded by people as far as the eye could see, and he wanted to give an American flag to someone that deserved it, and then I became him, but when i was him, i moved through the crowd, searching for the recipient, but I was in a Stephen Hawking chair. and then when i chose a young girl, or mother, I can’t remember, it became a bouquet. And I returned back, as Obama, to Obama and then became myself again, and sat by his side, eager for praise upon my choice. And he placed his hand upon me, looked into my hopeful face, and smiled warmly, like God would smile. And then we both looked behind us to where Michelle and the kids were, laughed, and commenced a harsh make-out sesh, like God would make-out.

PS. everything but the last sentence happened in said dream.

PPS. It’s really hard to be articulate when writing a dream, so fuck off/sorry.

Really doe, I am in love with everything Barack Obama stands for. Just waiting on that ummm Stéphane Dion dream? What are we working with up here anyways…Snorrrrrrrrrrrre. Rick Mercer for PM and we’ll talk.

http://watch.thecomedynetwork.ca/indecision-2008/barack-obama/the-obama-interviews/