I had a dream that I got the chance to be in the same room as Obama. In my dream, I was eating at a long dinner table that was lined neatly with expensive linens. I was afraid to pick up the fork because it only had two prongs on it. (???) Suddenly enters Obama. I wanted so very bad to get closer and take pictures, but some lady (who looked like the Queen Elizabeth) "clothes-lined" me and I fell backwards. For the duration of the dream, I desperately tried to get a close-up picture, but was thwarted in every attempt. At one point in the dream, David Robinson (former Spurs player) walked in with his wife, Valerie. They were chatting up a storm with him.
I remember Valerie well from the days I used to work for the Spurs. I spent many years having "cool" conversations with her about her kiddos. However, in my dream, she acted like she didn't know who I was. ::::sigh::::: (story of my life!)
This morning when I woke up, Obama was CNN. For a split second, I thought to myself, "Hey, I've met you." (yeah, I wish!!)
Anyone care to interpret???
2 comments:
You got Jungle Fever, Chica.
Oh, by the way, it's not a bad thing. It's not like you went on a "hike" for a few days and didn't tell anyone when you were really bangin' some Argentine "friend".
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