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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.

In my yard A saw medium size snake that rezembulls a python, it was tan with black triangles. I started to walk past it when it began chasing me, I was trying to run away. I was coming up to the car, and I fell behind it. The snake came up and I for some reason stuck my right fist out at it, and the snake bit my right fist. It sunk it's teeth in. but before it could bit me anylonger some boy from atop of the car yelled and stuck out his hand for me to grab, and pulled me up, he fell from pulling me to hard and landed on the ground where the snake was I yelled his name an picked him up. We began running from the snake, the snake was gaining on us and I was holding that boy in my arms but I think he was the same age as me. Then I was at the hospital and for some reason I knew the boy ether was okay. And I was getting checked in but my mind was fuzzy and my eyes hurt and my head hurt too, and I wanted to go to sleep.

I dreamed I was at a gathering of boat restorers; people who were about to convert some unique roof structures into motor boats/speed boats for whatever this event was – a tour, a race, or something. I saw many of them lifting these roofing structures, “hulls” upside down, out of the water to be converted. Suddenly, Cynthia (my ex) and I were inside a nearby house where many weird “pets” were in the lounge. We were visitors of sorts, but the host/ess was absent and we were more or less observers. A very large, “thick,” python/anaconda with black, white, and red markings, was lazily resting along the skirting of the one side of this lounge, appearing and disappearing behind furniture – one piece of which was an old fashioned, but not antique, “show” case, of the kind that families of yesteryear displayed their trophies, medals, and crystal ware in. Suddenly, this serpent sprung, and swallowed a young crocodile or alligator that was on the other side of the lounge. It settled for only a minute or so, only to repeat the act on a second young croc. The two were visibly separate inside of the snake, like two bulging peas in a pod. Just as it was settling down – suddenly! – the first croc began spinning length-wise inside of the snake, as it would, were it breaking off limbs of prey in a river, twisting the middle of the snake’s body that separated it and the second croc, until it had torn the snake in two, freeing itself from its belly. Immediately, it began biting at the other end of the snake’s body, freeing the second croc, and leaving the snake to die. Cynthia and I were both sort of stunned, but said nothing. Next thing, we were back at the boats, where I saw two guys carrying a finished boat to the launch strip. They had done a beautiful job of the conversion, and had named their boat, “Hill On The Beach.”

M a 16 year old girl and i had a dream i woke up in this new house, it was so modern and nice. I woke up and went into my sister and she was acting weird... as in talking slow... she was telling me about going to school and i worked out i went to this 'new' school so i went to get ready and my hair had been cut off short and was blonde. i asked my sister who the hell cut my hair and dyed my hair and she told me, what are you talking about? its been like that for months... So i just figured she was lying and then i went and then i got a message from my friend anthony saying i still think about how unlucky you where... i didnt get it! then my friend zac came over and i asked him why i didnt remember moving in and he was acting really happy that i remembered something! and he told me that 5 months before that me and my best friends were 'high' and we were in a car accident and i got brain damage and i didnt remember anything from that 5 months. my sister didnt act happy for me at all and the only time i saw my dad was when he walked down the hall way.. Why wernt my parents in my dream, why did my sister not care for me? what does this dream mean?

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