If our government finds out about the dream I had last night, I'm sure to be invited to the White House for a chit chat in the Oval office while enjoying a cold Pabst beer with the Commander in Chief himself. Then I'll be escorted to Area 51 where they will suck my memory out of my brain and leave me on the side of ol' Route 66 in Arizona. And last night's dream explains why.
I was enjoying a nice evening outside with friends when all of the sudden I looked to the sky. Hundreds of F-16 planes flew over, followed by bomber planes dropping thousands of parachuters. My first thought was that we were being invaded by another country. We all ran into our houses where we proceeded to try and find places to hide. Thinking that this was the end of the world.
Nope, that wasn't it. It just so happened to be our own government invading our country. Yup, Obama and his administration decided to invade themselves. As we found this out, a friend of mine handed me a shirt with a ironed on picture of Obama. This was to make it appear that I was on his side. (I'm not saying that I'm not on his side in real life, but in the dream I apparently wasn't on his side)
As some army guy and Michelle Obama (in her Halloween costume) came barging in my home, they quickly grabbed my cell phone, and started reprogramming my TV. Apparently we were now under lock down and were limited on what we could watch and who we could talk to. I was so upset that I started yelling at Mrs. Obama in her kitty costume and all she did was smile at me and say nothing!
That was the end of the dream. I'm sure my politically charged friends are eating this up. In fact, my brother analyzed the dream by saying "seems like the spirit of prophecy and revelation to me". We'll see about that.
P.S. Mr Obama if you are reading this, I know you would never do this and I fully trust you. Oh and thank you for not sending Nancy Pelosi to my house.
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