Confessions and Dreams Over Troubled Waters: Obama Visits


Less than 24 hours ago, I dreamed of Obama.

I don’t know what to make of it.

Note: Much angst follows. They say (they being psychology dudes) that PTSD is reduced through the telling of war stories. Not the boastful kind, but the kind the old vets tell at the bar in quiet tones. This entry is like that kind, except for child abuse. And you know. That really harshes a lot of people’s mellows.

If you’re here because of a search for “Obama dreams” or possibly “what do Obama dreams mean?” this is likely a more interesting link for you to follow.

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