Obama dreams bring semi-silly insight into hopes and fears

In my dream, I’m in the crowd watching a speech by Obama (very cool). But I’m paranoid about all the crazy people who hate someone who speaks only of peace and togethernesss… go figure.

So as I listen, I’m scanning everywhere to make sure no one tries to kill him. Lo and behold, I spot someone aiming from a window. I scream, and the secret service agents quickly block any shot. But the fun part of my dream is that Obama quickly grabs a rifle, climbs up on the Merrill Lynch bull behind him [from my recent trip to NY], and takes a shot at the would-be-assassin. [I guess my hope for Obama and fear of the hatred others have displayed have turned Obama into John Wayne in my dreams. Methinks I need to temper my expectations of his skills.]