[This is a bit of stretch to put in letter format, but I just HAD to share this dream with you!]

Dear Fellow Dreamer,

Last night I had a dream about Barack Obama. Instead of seeking the presidency, he was seeking the pastorate of my local church. I was talking to a friend about him about how we didn’t want him for a pastor, though we thought that most of the church was in agreement about wanting him. We had a couple of reasons for not liking this dream-version of Barack Obama:

Apparently at some point he was given a test to see if he would remember people’s faces. He thought that two faces he was shown were the same as ones he had previously been shown though they weren’t. We wanted a pastor who could remember everyone.

In the 60s he had done something stupid. In the dream he was talking about it from the pulpit, but I woke up before he described what it was. He was kind of laughing it off, which wasn’t what we would of liked.

He was obsessed with his appearance. I wish I could show you a picture of what he looked like. His hair was in pony-tail like clumps all over his head, sticking out about a foot from each side. He was going gray, which didn’t look very good (I remembered thinking, “dye your hair!”). He was wearing a long, fitted knit coat made of black and white yarn that went down to his feet. His makeup was definitely more rocker than pastor (especially since I don’t know any pastors that wear makeup!).

I had to share this dream with you as it really stood out to me this morning. I don’t in anyway mean for this to reflect on the real Barack Obama. I just thought you would enjoy laughing with me.

Aren’t dreams funny?

Sleepily,

Ronnica