I dreamt that Barack Obama was at my birthday party. He was so pleasant and friendly that none of us were freaked out at all. In fact every time he walked away to get chips or chat with other party guests we talked about how normal he was and how it was really strange that he was there-at my party.
He was wearing a suit without the jacket and had removed his tie and rolled up the sleeves of his white button down. So composed he was, there in my living room. Nothing was beyond his interest. He even helped The Wife fill the cake with candles, light them and bring the cake over to the table. He joined in and sang happy birthday with us and even thumb's upped my Deaf friend who was signing the song while we sang.
He laughed, ate cake, made small talk. He was the perfect guest in every way. The party ended and all the guests said goodbye. He filed out with everyone else, waving and shaking hands, got into his car and drove away.
So weird.
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