Last night, Dreamland took me to my parent's house, where I was helping them plan an anniversary party. We were going over the guest list, and when I got to the last name, my mom said, "And Barack Obama." I stopped, looked at her, and asked, "President Obama is coming to your anniversary party?" She just said, "Yes," and went on with the details. I sat there, dumbfounded, and repeated the question. "Yes, President Barack Obama," was all she would say. We talked about a convoluted game she wanted to play, which involved raffle tickets and naming creative websites, talked about how EVERYONE (and Barack Obama) had to put their cell phones in a big bowl. We went shopping for food, cleaned the house, and started raking the yard. Every time we talked about guests who had RSVPed, and those who had not, my mom's refrain was always, "...and Barack Obama...."
The day of the party arrived, the guests started coming in, and of course, I was still raking the yard. I watched as the guests dropped their cell phones in the bowl, and proceeded to play the game with ease.
I looked up, and saw, through the window, my parents shaking hands and talking to....President Barack Obama!!! I started crying, and running around to everyone, saying, "Barack Obama! President Barack Obama is here!! Come on, let's go meet Barack Obama!" I ran into the house, and went to shake the hand of the president. I noticed he had on white glasses, and had yellow and green paint on his jaw, but oh my goodness, it WAS Barack Obama. I looked over at my mom, and said, "...and Barack Obama. Just a minute! I want to get my camera!"
I turned to grab my camera, and when I turned back around, Barack Obama was gone--the photo I got was my parents in the foreground, and through the curtains behind them, a blurry Barack Obama, running toward his black limousine.
Then, of course, I woke up. With, "and Barack Obama" echoing in my head....
