Obama Dream
First, I ended up at a Democratic rally where a woman says I have really great ideas and should express them to President Barack Obama himself. So I should show up at an address in a few minutes. The dream shifts to this rural house where Mr. Obama paced in the front yard without any Secret Service or handlers. We ended up small talking for a while. As we walked over to my car for me to go home, I finally explained him what I really thought: Americans need to work harder and deal with less. I told him he can find the the article "What Obama Can Learn From Germany" on Spiegel.de, but he responded with instructions to leave the information with someone answering a random 202 area code phone number.
At this point, my opinion of him sunk to an all time low. How could he talk to me face-to-face about nothing and blow off the really important information? Oh, yeah... It was a NOT REAL.
At this point, my opinion of him sunk to an all time low. How could he talk to me face-to-face about nothing and blow off the really important information? Oh, yeah... It was a NOT REAL.