Monday, June 2, 2008
Dreams of Obama
I dreamed of Obama the other night. It was my first Obama dream.
We were sharing stories with each other about working behind the cash register. While on the political trail he made a stop in a store where he experienced firsthand what it's like to be a cashier (probably not unlike his pancake making experience in South Dakota earlier today). I followed his movement to the next town where an election was to take place. I met Michele.