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I was Barack Obama's closest friend. There was a romantic chemistry between us, we had kissed once, but decided not to act on our attraction, since he was married and running for re-election for President of the United States. We were in the den at the White House on the night of the election. While he was waiting for the polls, we were opening gifts that he had received from his followers. He received a barbeque grill. Then he opened this really big gift, which contained a huge, life size can of barbeque ribs and a life-size bottle of barbeque sauce. We were hysterical laughing and he asked me to take a picture of him with the ribs and sauce. I made a joke and said, "you can cook your ribs on the grill you got." His family, a few sons and a couple daughters and his wife, were all out campaigning for him. His daughter came home to get something and screamed at him for having me there. I told her, she should calm down, because we were only friends. She accused me of lying and being pregnant with his child. I assured her that I was not pregnant. She said that I was breaking the family and house rules, to not get pregnant while living at home. He had followed her out the front door, to try to calm down his daughter. I was worried about her telling someone and ruining the election and his chance to be the President of the United States again. Barack did have the choice to leave his family and the presidency and spend his life with me, but neither of us wanted him to give up his dreams. In the meantime, I went to the bathroom to get ready for the party. My best friend, Lisa, came to get me, because I was in a panic state over my outfit. She took me to the main bathroom, where there were alot of women getting ready for the party. It seems that we were all staying at the White House for the weekend, kind of like a retreat. I said to Lisa, that I looked like an army guy fighing in war. I was wearing a black t-shirt, black pants, and black shoes, with a camoflouge green button down shirt over my black t-shirt, which was not buttoned. As we were walking to the party, we stopped to view these boards, almost like the boards, they have up in train stations with the train information. These were the poll tallies at the time. It was undecided stilll who was going to win. The announcer had stated that voting ended at midnight, and I gasped because I had forgotten to vote for Barack. While we were standing there, a lady from work (at the IRS), told me she waiting for my step-son to get there, and he was driving a cadillac and he was 16 years old. Then Lisa and I, met up with my son, Jonathon and my nephew, Justin. We were all sliding down this long hallway, that went on a down slope, to get in line to buy fast food. My nephew wanted nachos with chili and cheese. We were at the party and I watched with love from afar, as Barack celebrated with his family. I could feel the longing in my heart to be with him.

You and I standing at the end of a country platform with three or four others. We have a picnic packed, including a bottle of white wine. You pull the bottle from the basket and ask me to get a corkscrew. I walk up the platform and have to get to the other platform. To do so I must walk through a train, from side to side. It is a troop train, full of damaged soldiers' bodies with missing limbs, wrapped in hessian, lying on straw. I feel sick but plunge through, wondering what detail I should tell you.  We are staying in a hotel, that feels a little like the one we looked at in Nice, with the lift that didn't work. We are desperate for a bath or shower but can't find one. I look around, see a cubicle, but it has only a toilet, not even a basin. As I look at it, you are being told by the receptionist that there are no washing facilities and that if we love each other we won't need to wash. It'll be fun, she says. She shows us where the shower room was, levering up some hardboard so we can peep through to a shower room long boarded up. I wonder if we could crawl through and if the plumbing would work. We decide to beg a shower from another hotel.  We are living in a house in the country.  It is a wreck. The walls are bare lath and plaster. There is no heating, although it is winter. We have several children with us and some adults. I make fires in some rooms. On the top floor I light it in the middle of the floor. On the ground floor is a small coal fire in a big fireplace. My mum is there . I tell her it is a good fire. I return to the top floor to put some rubbish on the fire there but you have swept the fire up and thrown it out of the window, to tidy up. You say best to burn things in the garden. I go downstairs. In the garden you have filled a large brick-lined fireplace with water and are swimming. I join you and say I wish we had thought of this long ago. You look knowing. 

Last night I dreamed about being on a train station and could not reach the other platform where the train leaves and kept missing several trains. I tried so hard to reach it and seemed like it's like an obstacle. There were many criminals and losers trying to stop me reaching the train and them making fun of me. Finally I made it to the platform, but the train only went one station and not to my destination. It just did not feel good being on this train. At the station I was supposed to go with my wife (like we do every day in real life), but she never came. I was always alone and helpless at the station. In real life in a foreign company the trains are mostly late, always smashing full and lot of losers at the unclean train stations. What does it represent? Insecurity? The dream drives me nuts all day today and does not leave my mind.

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