Dreams election

I am walking into a very large kitchen like in an old war camp or something. Then i guess im walking with a little house on the prairie character. weird right? any ways this little boy whos like ten likes this little girl in the kitchen, also about ten. now she wants to show us the ice cream selection. again weird!!! so we go look and there are like 40 different tubs full of different kinds of ice cream on a counter layout type thing and one is missing. where it was supposed to be was this big hole in the layout. the little girl reaches in and is pulled into the hole. now in horror movies you know how they have the shower scene where its all fogged up and then you see the hands and face come up and freak you out, well thats what happened. she was behind the now somehow empty ice cream tubs. then somehow i figure out that shes like pure evil and shes trying to lure this little boy into her creeptastic little lair and eat him alive or something, so i try to get him out but he doesnt believe me that shes bad and doesnt want to go. then i finally realize that im dreaming and try really hard to wake myself up.

I was Barack Obama's closest friend. There was a romantic chemistry between us, we had kissed once, but decided not to act on our attraction, since he was married and running for re-election for President of the United States. We were in the den at the White House on the night of the election. While he was waiting for the polls, we were opening gifts that he had received from his followers. He received a barbeque grill. Then he opened this really big gift, which contained a huge, life size can of barbeque ribs and a life-size bottle of barbeque sauce. We were hysterical laughing and he asked me to take a picture of him with the ribs and sauce. I made a joke and said, "you can cook your ribs on the grill you got." His family, a few sons and a couple daughters and his wife, were all out campaigning for him. His daughter came home to get something and screamed at him for having me there. I told her, she should calm down, because we were only friends. She accused me of lying and being pregnant with his child. I assured her that I was not pregnant. She said that I was breaking the family and house rules, to not get pregnant while living at home. He had followed her out the front door, to try to calm down his daughter. I was worried about her telling someone and ruining the election and his chance to be the President of the United States again. Barack did have the choice to leave his family and the presidency and spend his life with me, but neither of us wanted him to give up his dreams. In the meantime, I went to the bathroom to get ready for the party. My best friend, Lisa, came to get me, because I was in a panic state over my outfit. She took me to the main bathroom, where there were alot of women getting ready for the party. It seems that we were all staying at the White House for the weekend, kind of like a retreat. I said to Lisa, that I looked like an army guy fighing in war. I was wearing a black t-shirt, black pants, and black shoes, with a camoflouge green button down shirt over my black t-shirt, which was not buttoned. As we were walking to the party, we stopped to view these boards, almost like the boards, they have up in train stations with the train information. These were the poll tallies at the time. It was undecided stilll who was going to win. The announcer had stated that voting ended at midnight, and I gasped because I had forgotten to vote for Barack. While we were standing there, a lady from work (at the IRS), told me she waiting for my step-son to get there, and he was driving a cadillac and he was 16 years old. Then Lisa and I, met up with my son, Jonathon and my nephew, Justin. We were all sliding down this long hallway, that went on a down slope, to get in line to buy fast food. My nephew wanted nachos with chili and cheese. We were at the party and I watched with love from afar, as Barack celebrated with his family. I could feel the longing in my heart to be with him.

I was in a very large hotel, which appeared like a hotel you'd see in Vegas. I was trying to get out of the building. I kept trying to take the stairs to get out of the building and back to my date. Each set of stairs I would come up to lead to a wall or had a bar blocking it completely off. I became frustrated that I couldn't go where I needed to go. I walk backwards and see a set of two elevators. There are two women getting into the one on the left, so I decide to enter the other elevator. But the door is not completely open in this elevator, and there is one woman hunched down within in it so she could fit. She asks me if I'm trying to get out through the lobby. I nod my head and she tells me the elevator couldn't take her there either, she already tried. So I tell her I have an idea to go to the front of the building and she gets out of the elevator and follows me. As I'm walking to the front of the building, a man appears to my right. The woman is no longer present. He is handsome but for some reason I am very cautious of him. He asks me where I am going, then says he is also looking for the lobby. He says, let's walk together. He was flirtatious and tries to put his arms around me, but in doing so touches my left ribs. I wince in pain. I ask him to stop because my ribs are sore and his touch hurt. We then see an area clearly marked for the exit so we both take our next step but suddenly we are in a free fall down various levels of what appears to be a mall. We are both scared and try to figure out a way to save ourselves. He tries to help but to no avail. Suddenly, I see an opening and stick out my left leg which got me into the store. Somehow amazingly, this didn't hurt me, and I was able to prop up my leg and pull him in to safety as well. Then, a woman working in the store walks up to us and asks if we would like to smell some perfume from their new selection even though we are on the floor dazed. That's when I woke up.

Great post.I love Jimmy Smits too, but I don't know if he is creating reinvsoiist history when he says that Matt Santos was modeled after Obama. Santos first appeared on The West Wing in November of 2004. Sure, Obama as a State Senator was a hit at the convention a few months before that, but really? Hmm.It is weird that this election so closely rivals that of the election on The West Wing two years ago.

My father won the congressional election