My Third Penned Dream About Barack Obama and Norwegianism #2 and An Unrelated Note

Another Barack Obama dream came to me in a restless state of slumber last night. I dreamt that B.O. was my father and I was at this store with him and he was buying me all this stuff, then he had to dash off to some political meeting. After he'd gone, I casually mentioned to a nearby Secret Service agent that sometimes it was nearly unbelievable to me that Barack Obama was my father. Especially noting the fact that we are of different races. Later in my dream we shared a father-daughter bonding activity: snowboarding. 

Norwegianism #2: Norwegians have this really weird way of convincing themselves they are being healthy and exercising. They will go on hikes, which actually just consist of spending most of the day driving to their planned hiking location. Once they have gotten there, they get out of the car, and begin their hike. After they've hiked, oh, say, a grueling 2 kilometers, they take a cigarette break. They continue on. After another 1-2 kilometers, they decide it's high time for a kvikk lunsj, or quick lunch- a type of Norwegian candy bar that they like to take on hikes. It resembles a kit kat bar. Now you probably think Norwegian is just English with a silly accent. You're right.

On and unrelated note, I really enjoy the new Man Man album, and if anyone felt compelled to buy it for me, I would make no objection.