SleepGOTweird
1st November 2008, 09:54 AM
I was at some humungous pizza place, on a date with this girl that I don't know. So already this date is weird...I don't even know who it is. This place looked like a school cafeteria. Very white with long tables and bench seats. How romantic. I order my pizza or try too, I don't remember if I ever got it ordered. But out of nowhere, the loudspeaker of the place says:
"All those voting for Barack Obama please stand up. All of those that won't, stay seated."
Now, I don't like the candidates, nor do feel that I should believe these people to have power over me. But I look around and see that everyone is standing up and maybe two people out of this packed place are staying seated. I with my genius, un-awkwardly decide to stand halfway. I start nodding my head like I'm some great liar, trying to fool everyone that I am a supporter…but not at the same time.
This is around the time that the actual Barack Obama (in my dream) comes to the place I was eating to rally his fans. This didn't seem to out of place because these politicians go everywhere and if you want to seek them out, you can meet them despite their celebratory status. So, believe it. Anyway, this is all still part of a dream, if only I knew that this would shift into a nightmare, I would of braced myself for the fear. (instead of the pain? Cool huh?)
He starts walking around and the people are all excited. I just can't believe that this man is here. He walks close to my area meeting everyone, shaking their hand. He puts his out and he can tell that I really don't want to touch the guy. I can't even fake it. He looks kind of pissed at me and he just puts off this weird chill. Once he leaves I start talking to someone, I think it’s the girl, but I state how I don't like these media fabricated candidates that ask power from the people. Something I say resonates with this person and this Barack gets triggered to my words.
He comes over to me, stands next to me, and for whatever reason I'm getting kind of scared. He won't leave. I look at him and want to say something that will make him leave happy, and tell him that "I can't wait to vote for you". But I couldn't act sincere and he knowingly grabs my shoulder with his right hand. This super cold chill rushes through my body. It felt like vix body rub magnified by 10 times. I knew right then and there that this man was pure evil and I didn't want anything to do with him in anyway. He wouldn't let go and I start to hit him. He felt so powerful and I so helpless that I am really scared and desperate to get this "thing" off me. I hit him and just flail my arms and legs. I try to yell for help to the people around me, but I could tell that this cold he was injecting in me was doing...something. I couldn't speak straight, all my words were being chopped up. My head was shifting in directions slightly that I couldn't control. He lifts me up over his shoulder with his icy grips all over me. I thought that this must of looked odd and revealing to the people and try my hardest to call to them. I tell them that this man is evil, that we shouldn't listen to them, blah blah blah, anything to convince them to help me.
I look at the Obama count drop. There were those that did nothing and a few people who left the table, rushing over to help. I don't remember how but I got out of his clutches. These people who trying to attack Obama as well, knowing that he is evil. I run over to a closet and grab some coat hangers and anything I could find. This Obama was no ordinary man, he was built like a rock. I pass them to people and we start trying to beat him back. (Yep, we beat Obama with coat hangers) Meanwhile I'm trying to convince more people to help me. Telling one man that all of our Presidents are less then extraordinary men, and do not represent the high tiers of the American people, and are fabricated, and that we don't have to listen to these men on soapboxes. This man agreed to help and was looking for his son and then....
This music started to play...like in a movie. It has creepy music and I have become so assimilated to media movies that I go along with it. I knew it meant that something happened to this guys son helping me. This was no longer a presidential candidate but an evil being/monster. I assumed the worse but saw Obama dead on the floor. I see his spirit leave his body and go into some older women...who turned into rock solid monster as well and I try my best to stab this thing. It doesn't work but the nightmare ends. I wake up, and I type this.
Was this an important dream or just a politically fueled nightmare? Whatever it was it was doing something to me. I don’t want to know what would of happened if I couldn’t of got out of it.
"All those voting for Barack Obama please stand up. All of those that won't, stay seated."
Now, I don't like the candidates, nor do feel that I should believe these people to have power over me. But I look around and see that everyone is standing up and maybe two people out of this packed place are staying seated. I with my genius, un-awkwardly decide to stand halfway. I start nodding my head like I'm some great liar, trying to fool everyone that I am a supporter…but not at the same time.
This is around the time that the actual Barack Obama (in my dream) comes to the place I was eating to rally his fans. This didn't seem to out of place because these politicians go everywhere and if you want to seek them out, you can meet them despite their celebratory status. So, believe it. Anyway, this is all still part of a dream, if only I knew that this would shift into a nightmare, I would of braced myself for the fear. (instead of the pain? Cool huh?)
He starts walking around and the people are all excited. I just can't believe that this man is here. He walks close to my area meeting everyone, shaking their hand. He puts his out and he can tell that I really don't want to touch the guy. I can't even fake it. He looks kind of pissed at me and he just puts off this weird chill. Once he leaves I start talking to someone, I think it’s the girl, but I state how I don't like these media fabricated candidates that ask power from the people. Something I say resonates with this person and this Barack gets triggered to my words.
He comes over to me, stands next to me, and for whatever reason I'm getting kind of scared. He won't leave. I look at him and want to say something that will make him leave happy, and tell him that "I can't wait to vote for you". But I couldn't act sincere and he knowingly grabs my shoulder with his right hand. This super cold chill rushes through my body. It felt like vix body rub magnified by 10 times. I knew right then and there that this man was pure evil and I didn't want anything to do with him in anyway. He wouldn't let go and I start to hit him. He felt so powerful and I so helpless that I am really scared and desperate to get this "thing" off me. I hit him and just flail my arms and legs. I try to yell for help to the people around me, but I could tell that this cold he was injecting in me was doing...something. I couldn't speak straight, all my words were being chopped up. My head was shifting in directions slightly that I couldn't control. He lifts me up over his shoulder with his icy grips all over me. I thought that this must of looked odd and revealing to the people and try my hardest to call to them. I tell them that this man is evil, that we shouldn't listen to them, blah blah blah, anything to convince them to help me.
I look at the Obama count drop. There were those that did nothing and a few people who left the table, rushing over to help. I don't remember how but I got out of his clutches. These people who trying to attack Obama as well, knowing that he is evil. I run over to a closet and grab some coat hangers and anything I could find. This Obama was no ordinary man, he was built like a rock. I pass them to people and we start trying to beat him back. (Yep, we beat Obama with coat hangers) Meanwhile I'm trying to convince more people to help me. Telling one man that all of our Presidents are less then extraordinary men, and do not represent the high tiers of the American people, and are fabricated, and that we don't have to listen to these men on soapboxes. This man agreed to help and was looking for his son and then....
This music started to play...like in a movie. It has creepy music and I have become so assimilated to media movies that I go along with it. I knew it meant that something happened to this guys son helping me. This was no longer a presidential candidate but an evil being/monster. I assumed the worse but saw Obama dead on the floor. I see his spirit leave his body and go into some older women...who turned into rock solid monster as well and I try my best to stab this thing. It doesn't work but the nightmare ends. I wake up, and I type this.
Was this an important dream or just a politically fueled nightmare? Whatever it was it was doing something to me. I don’t want to know what would of happened if I couldn’t of got out of it.