Last night I had a dream that my family and I were flown down to Illinois to dine with the Barack Obama and his family in their home. I was really surprised to see that they lived in an average home. When I asked Michelle Obama about it, she told me how expensive campaigning was, and that that was all they could afford. Later that night, after dinner, there was an art opening at the Walker Art Center, so we all flew up to Minneapolis in Barack's private jet. We were exploring around the Walker, and Barack had to keep hiding so that the press wouldn't get all up in his bi'ness. That was that.
I have a weird dream almost every night here. I don't know why. I like having weird and vivid dreams though, so it's okay.
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