This dream was so odd I have to share. Guess who I had lunch with?...Obama! I was asking all kinds of questions and getting standard answers. I only remember two questions I asked.
The first was what he planned to do about the millions of people that wanted to know the truth about UFO's. I got a chuckle and a smirk. I told him I wasn't a nut job but I don't think he believed me.
The second question was this; when you first sat down with President Bush and he started filling you in on all the crap that nobody knows about what was the most surprising thing he told you? Just as he started to answer, some people arrived and said he had to go.
At that point I realized my wallet was missing. I had my purse, but my wallet was missing. I was asking everyone at the table to help me look. I knew I had it when I had to show ID for approval to be in the presence of Him. As dreams sometimes do, everything shifted and my focus was an all out desperate search for my wallet. Running around the room and asking everyone to help. I don't remember anything after that, guess I woke up.
So, as I went about my morning insanity this dream was quite vivid in my mind. It was not the fade away, can't remember any of it, kind of dream. Then the hysterical part dawned on me, did you get it????
My wallet was missing! That's where I keep my money, as does everyone else. You could just chalk it up to a weird random thing but I think my subconscious is quite disturbed. My money is disappearing and I can't get a straight answer about anything.
It's going to be a long 4 years. I can't even escape Him in my usually lovely dream state. Damn. Just Damn.
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