<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607</id><updated>2011-11-18T09:14:36.872-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Dream of Barack</title><subtitle type='html'>REAL DREAMS PEOPLE HAVE HAD ABOUT BARACK OBAMA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-7690023460400270568</id><published>2008-05-13T14:13:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T15:58:59.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>150.  Breastfeeding Mother Of 5-Month-Old Twins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got on an elevator in a skyscraper. A man in a suit stepped onto the elevator with me. I pushed the button for the tenth floor. I turned and saw that the man in the suit was using a breast pump. I could not see the part that attached to him, just the tubing and the bottles that collect the milk. In the ten seconds that it took us to reach the tenth floor, he filled both 5 oz bottles. &lt;i&gt;WOW!&lt;/i&gt; I thought admiringly. &lt;i&gt;He is really productive!&lt;/i&gt; The man was Barack Obama.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-7690023460400270568?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/7690023460400270568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=7690023460400270568&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7690023460400270568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7690023460400270568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/05/breastfeeding-mother-of-5-month-old.html' title='150.  Breastfeeding Mother Of 5-Month-Old Twins'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4639817531122735780</id><published>2008-05-13T14:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:13:14.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>149.  39-Year-Old Mother And Clinton Supporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was in my dining room with Barack and he was writing his date of birth on a piece of paper. I noticed that the year was 1974 and I was shocked -- he had been lying about his age! I didn't confront him about it, but rather got up and left the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4639817531122735780?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4639817531122735780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4639817531122735780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4639817531122735780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4639817531122735780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/05/39-year-old-mother-and-clinton.html' title='149.  39-Year-Old Mother And Clinton Supporter'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6022275850604191218</id><published>2008-05-08T16:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:13:28.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>148.  18-Year-Old Female From Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was on a bus coming home from University and Barack came and sat beside me. I don't know how I knew it was him, because I don't follow the election at all. He was wearing a dirty suit and smelled bad. I was reading and he asked me what I was reading.  I showed him the book: The Lord of the Rings. &lt;i&gt;I've never seen that movie!&lt;/i&gt; he exclaimed. Then he gave me his business card from his wallet. It was really cheap, like something printed off a school computer, and &lt;i&gt;Senator&lt;/i&gt; was misspelled. He got up to get nachos from the bus concession and I put my backpack on his chair so he wouldn't sit by me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6022275850604191218?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6022275850604191218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6022275850604191218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6022275850604191218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6022275850604191218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/05/18-year-old-female-from-canada.html' title='148.  18-Year-Old Female From Canada'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6531220372894041466</id><published>2008-05-08T14:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:13:42.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>147.  Female Harvard Law Grad Living In Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m at a Harvard Law School alumni event and manage to get up the nerve to sit next to Barack. I extend my hand and say &lt;i&gt;Good afternoon, Senator.&lt;/i&gt; I introduce myself and say, &lt;i&gt;Class of 2006.&lt;/i&gt; He says, &lt;i&gt;Barack Obama, class of 1991.&lt;/i&gt; For a moment we share a conspiratorial smile, like we’ve played a private game in which he's just another fellow alum. Then he turns away. I can feel his tiredness, his desire to stop moving, to breathe, to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the event I’m walking towards Harvard Square and I see him walking towards the T station. He’s wearing an Oxford cloth shirt and slacks, and is pulling a roller suitcase. I smile and ask if he would like a ride to the airport. He says he’s fine with the subway.  I tell him it’s no trouble, that my car is right around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he is in my bed wearing blue striped boxers. I have a perfect apartment in Harvard Square (not so in real life!). The room has a bohemian look, all earth tones and Indian prints. The afternoon sun is coming through the window above the bed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the intense conversation we shared, and think about how I offered him my bed for a nap. We're talking less intensely now. I’m reclining on the side of the bed, not touching him, but am very close and the attraction is palpable. We fall silent and our eyes meet. Then we kiss very softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel his desire to relax, to be himself, to lose himself here. I realize this could never be kept a secret. I know how disastrous it would be for the man about to be our country’s first black president to have an affair with a white woman twenty years his junior. I cannot risk any chance of being the woman who will cost our country his presidency. I put my hand on his chest and say, &lt;i&gt;This is getting really dangerous really fast.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6531220372894041466?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6531220372894041466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6531220372894041466&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6531220372894041466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6531220372894041466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/05/female-harvard-law-grad-living-in.html' title='147.  Female Harvard Law Grad Living In Boston'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6722789063191885829</id><published>2008-05-05T11:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:13:56.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>146.  66-Year-Old White Woman Who Supports Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack and I were at a large gathering, perhaps the Democratic convention, which was held in a huge, ornate, complex, dark-ish, official building like the Capitol. We were sitting together at the back of the hall in the last row, leaning our chairs against the wall as we listened to speeches. He put his arm around my shoulders like we were kids on a movie date. It was a nice feeling, but at the same time I was wondering if he had a record of womanizing, since I knew he was married and had seen his wife in the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized my dress had fallen down to my waist. I was a little uncomfortable about being exposed, but no one noticed since we were covered by a blanket. He then stretched out behind me, full-length, spoon-like, and wrapped his arms around me. It felt warm and protective and slightly sexual, but I said, &lt;i&gt;I'm sorry, I really can't do this. Michelle would have me for lunch.&lt;/i&gt; I pulled my dress back on and excused myself, saying I had to take my cat (who had appeared on my lap) home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6722789063191885829?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6722789063191885829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6722789063191885829&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6722789063191885829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6722789063191885829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/05/66-year-old-white-woman-who-supports.html' title='146.  66-Year-Old White Woman Who Supports Obama'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1540310057185003677</id><published>2008-05-03T12:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:14:12.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>145.  Man Who Is 3/4 Black Living In New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A chubby young black boy thought I was Obama, and wanted me to sign a postcard. I had to tell him no. He looked mildly taken aback, withdrew the postcard and then, with a tiny solemn smile, held out a handwritten note, rolled up so all I could see was the first word. I woke up wondering what the heck he wanted me to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1540310057185003677?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1540310057185003677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1540310057185003677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1540310057185003677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1540310057185003677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-who-is-34-black-living-in-new-york.html' title='145.  Man Who Is 3/4 Black Living In New York'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6175547820398662373</id><published>2008-04-28T22:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:14:25.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>144.  Mormon Mother Of Five And Obama Volunteer In Connecticut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been invited to attend the birth of Barack and Michelle's child in a beautiful landscaped park. Once it's confirmed that Michelle's contractions are five minutes apart, she is slowly driven away in a convertible to a more secluded location with Barack walking alongside the car. He is wearing a brown leather jacket with the collar turned up like James Dean, and as I see him follow the car I think how much fun with the baby he'll miss out on due to the demands of the Presidential campaign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6175547820398662373?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6175547820398662373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6175547820398662373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6175547820398662373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6175547820398662373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/mormon-mother-of-five-and-obama.html' title='144.  Mormon Mother Of Five And Obama Volunteer In Connecticut'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-5488892952856646265</id><published>2008-04-28T22:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:14:44.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>143.  27-Year-Old Female Middle School Librarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm staying at the Obama residence with Barack and his wife. The guest spot on the floor is uncomfortable, so I get into bed with the happy couple. Michelle is sandwiched the middle. Barack has his arm around his wife, but he's stroking my ear the way a lover might.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-5488892952856646265?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/5488892952856646265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=5488892952856646265&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5488892952856646265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5488892952856646265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/27-year-old-female-middle-school.html' title='143.  27-Year-Old Female Middle School Librarian'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8709235984699455810</id><published>2008-04-28T11:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:14:59.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>142. Canadian Man Who Has Been In A Kayak Once</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am rowing in a kayak on a cloudy day. I feel tired, humiliated and discouraged. The other rowers can't believe how bad I am. In a moment alone, my trainer, Barack Obama, approaches me in his grey-blue track suit, puts one of his sneakers on my kayak and his hand on my shoulder. He gives me a good pep talk about determination and not backing down. He also says, &lt;i&gt;You shouldn't even be this tired,&lt;/i&gt; and gives me proper rowing techniques. Then I feel better. Even if I am going to lose that day, I at least have the sense that I had tried my best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8709235984699455810?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8709235984699455810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8709235984699455810&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8709235984699455810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8709235984699455810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/canadian-man-who-has-been-in-kayak-once.html' title='142. Canadian Man Who Has Been In A Kayak Once'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4433953571570803203</id><published>2008-04-26T10:37:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:15:12.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>141.  18-Year-Old Female In Northern Virginia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm going to visit my father at work in Washington D.C. I am waiting in a particularly long line at a Metro station when I get to the front, and who should be there but Barack Obama! The metro turns out to be not a metro at all -- it's a large, high-speed roller coaster! Me and Barack strap into a dangling car and get ready to go! We also apparently know each other, which I don't find odd.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We make some brief conversation and I tell him that I am a supporter of his and he thanks me. He is really nice. We continue to ride the roller coaster and when the ride ends, we say good-bye and wave. He might as well have been a friend of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4433953571570803203?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4433953571570803203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4433953571570803203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4433953571570803203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4433953571570803203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/18-year-old-female-in-northern-virginia.html' title='141.  18-Year-Old Female In Northern Virginia'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-7727868066129365132</id><published>2008-04-26T10:24:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:15:25.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>140.  Ex-Pat Canadian Female Now In The U.S. And Voting For The First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was at a planning meeting with Barack and his handlers. They were talking about a televised town hall program they were going to participate in that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to fly up to the ceiling to see what Barack's reaction would be. He kept talking with his handlers and pretty much ignored the fact that I was hovering over him. They were growing more animated as they discussed a woman who was going to be in the audience. She had contributed a lot of money to the campaign and Barack wanted to be able to answer her questions during the show, but he needed a way to identify her. Someone suggested they paint her face bright red. I thought that was too obvious and suggested they just paint a red &lt;i&gt;X&lt;/i&gt; on her neck. They liked that idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm a Hillary supporter, I woke up feeling a bit more positive towards Barack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-7727868066129365132?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/7727868066129365132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=7727868066129365132&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7727868066129365132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7727868066129365132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-american-citizen-and-ex-pat.html' title='140.  Ex-Pat Canadian Female Now In The U.S. And Voting For The First Time'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-7096779545155992843</id><published>2008-04-26T09:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:15:38.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>139.  Female Freelance Videojournalist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack and I were walking around this dangerous neighborhood at night. There were no people around, just angry rabid dogs. I kept turning down the wrong street and the dogs would come out of nowhere and start chasing me. Barack would grab my hand and make me run the other way so we could escape them. The dream went on and on like this. I kept turning down the same alley and facing the same dogs and Barack kept pulling me to safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this dream the night Hillary won Pennyslvaia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-7096779545155992843?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/7096779545155992843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=7096779545155992843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7096779545155992843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7096779545155992843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/female-freelance-videojournalist.html' title='139.  Female Freelance Videojournalist'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3189154859151814502</id><published>2008-04-26T04:56:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:15:51.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>138.  Female Obama Campaign Volunteer In California</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was driving along and looked up and saw Obama’s plane flying through the sky. He was on his way to another rally after the Pennsylvania primaries.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the plane began lurching about and flying haphazardly. I sensed with dread what was going to happen next: the plane plunged from the sky and crashed in a big fiery explosion.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Everyone was very emotional and heartbroken. People were devastated and weeping in the streets. It was as if all of our hopes and dreams for this country had crashed and burned with the plane.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I saw news cameramen clambering over each other to film Obama’s broken body that had been recovered from the crash. I was disgusted with their voyeurism and ruthlessness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3189154859151814502?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3189154859151814502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3189154859151814502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3189154859151814502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3189154859151814502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/35-year-old-female-obama-campaign.html' title='138.  Female Obama Campaign Volunteer In California'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6430228083551383362</id><published>2008-04-24T10:29:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:16:05.587-04:00</updated><title type='text'>137.  37-Year-Old 3/4 Black 1/4 Irish Male In NY State Who Doesn't Read The News Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Just before waking, I have this dream: I was in a town on the Hudson River which has a view south towards New York City. Walking through the town's hilly streets, I catch glimpses of Obama walking by, usually no more than a block away. He's wearing a riotously colorful jacket, a sort of deconstructed plaid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets are empty, like early morning when the commuters all troop down to the train. His expression is intense and thoughtful, with a small smile, as if he's composing a speech in his head as he walks, or listening to something only he can hear. He leans forward as he walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the overlook above the river, there is a outdoor setup of a news crew -- maybe ABC -- and they are interviewing Michelle Obama. She looks like that awful picture of her on the cover of the National Review. Someone else is standing off to the side, waiting his turn. He's wearing a mudcloth skullcap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't see anyone else in the town, but I walk by an office and hear two women who look like they are from the Caribbean discussing the election. They seem to be in good humor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6430228083551383362?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6430228083551383362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6430228083551383362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6430228083551383362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6430228083551383362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/37-year-old-34-black-14-irish-male-in.html' title='137.  37-Year-Old 3/4 Black 1/4 Irish Male In NY State Who Doesn&apos;t Read The News Much'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3216405919698423619</id><published>2008-04-23T20:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:16:17.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>136.  Young Woman Named Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was in an office where I had worked as a temp. The space was almost Japanese, with large, simple black leather furniture. It was now the headquarters of Barack's campaign in Boston. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was explaining to my friends that when I worked here, I kept a bottle of Bailey's on the bottom shelf behind the desk. My friend Jay came to sit on me, but I moved out of the way. Then to my surprise, Barack entered the office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He greeted Jay like a good friend, then proceeded to comically sit on Jay, squashing him. I was pretty glad I wasn't at the bottom of that pile. It was very impressive how close a friend Barack Obama was to Jay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3216405919698423619?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3216405919698423619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3216405919698423619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3216405919698423619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3216405919698423619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/young-woman-named-sarah.html' title='136.  Young Woman Named Sarah'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-5688307864716919694</id><published>2008-04-21T22:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:16:46.742-04:00</updated><title type='text'>135.  18-Year-Old Female</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm watching The Today Show (and do not find anything odd about this for some reason). A breaking news graphic springs to life on the screen, and I see a shot of a very dirty toilet. The voice-over says that it's Barack's dirty toilet. What they're implying is: Do we really want a man who doesn't keep his toilet clean running the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack replies. He's like, &lt;i&gt;Seriously?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-5688307864716919694?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/5688307864716919694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=5688307864716919694&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5688307864716919694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5688307864716919694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/18-year-old-female.html' title='135.  18-Year-Old Female'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4893675540273397879</id><published>2008-04-18T08:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:17:07.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>134.  22-Year-Old University Of Chicago Alumni</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm at summer camp with my husband's family and one of the evening's activities is a Purim party. Campers are randomly selected to play parts in a reenactment of the Purim story, and Barack is chosen to play Haman. Everyone at the camp (mostly Barack supporters, apparently) is disappointed that Barack, clearly a hero in real life, is to play the villain in the skit, but he's a good sport, and we are all impressed with his acting skills.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4893675540273397879?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4893675540273397879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4893675540273397879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4893675540273397879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4893675540273397879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/22-year-old-university-of-chicago_18.html' title='134.  22-Year-Old University Of Chicago Alumni'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1906494996779415515</id><published>2008-04-16T11:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:17:31.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>133.  Grandmother and Undecided Voter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm on a small, propeller-type old-fashioned airplane. I am helping the other passengers stow their luggage and things in the overhead bins, although I am not a flight attendant, just a helpful fellow passenger. Barack appears behind me, patting me on the shoulder and saying positive, encouraging things to suggest I am doing a good job. I feel his tone is patronizing, since I am obviously not an airline employee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1906494996779415515?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1906494996779415515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1906494996779415515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1906494996779415515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1906494996779415515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/grandmother-and-undecided-voter.html' title='133.  Grandmother and Undecided Voter'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6402989502548891879</id><published>2008-04-15T11:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:19:55.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>132.  Young Irish Man In NYC Who Supports Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It has been on the news for a few days that Barack is having stomach problems. I decide he needs some peanut butter cookies and set about baking a batch. Then I find myself in a bakery. The walls are lined with Tupperware containers of cookies and Barack is there with this girl I know from somewhere. He is eating her cookies and says politely that mine are not the right consistency. Then the two of them leave together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up with a new fund raising idea for the Obama campaign in my head: an iPhone-Obama collaboration where every time you hit the snooze button on your iPhone alarm clock, you automatically donate a dollar to his campaign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6402989502548891879?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6402989502548891879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6402989502548891879&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6402989502548891879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6402989502548891879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/young-irish-man-in-new-york-who.html' title='132.  Young Irish Man In NYC Who Supports Obama'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8376800371497717397</id><published>2008-04-15T11:22:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:20:08.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>131.  Struggling Actor in New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am in the back of a helicopter with Barack, flying over the the waters of Cape Town. After a pleasant conversation, he slides open the door and I leap into the air. As I fall, I began to see the dark grey outlines of sharks swimming in the waters below. I am being dropped far from shore and I know I'll have to swim a long way back. More and more shadows appear and I splash down into the waters with the full knowledge that there are sharks everywhere around me. I am terrified. I tell myself it's only a dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8376800371497717397?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8376800371497717397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8376800371497717397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8376800371497717397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8376800371497717397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/struggling-actor-in-new-york-city.html' title='131.  Struggling Actor in New York City'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3884188377764314160</id><published>2008-04-15T11:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:20:45.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>130.  22-Year-Old Female College Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack and I are dating and it's pretty serious. He wants to get married but I tell him I won't unless he passes two particular bills. They are awesome; the equivalent of universal health care and free college education for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find ourselves at a big party. (I'm pretty sure it's the same place Roslin announced that Baltar had won the vice-presidency in Battlestar Galactica.) Barack takes the stage. He makes an announcement that he will introduce the two bills to Congress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching him, I know that, in some way, he's doing it for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3884188377764314160?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3884188377764314160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3884188377764314160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3884188377764314160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3884188377764314160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/22-year-old-female-college-student.html' title='130.  22-Year-Old Female College Student'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1794650891083463790</id><published>2008-04-12T12:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:20:57.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>129.  Mother Who Slightly Favors Barack Over Hillary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack, Michelle, my husband, our daughter and I all went to the mall together. We walked through the racks at Macy's looking at clothes. Michelle spent the time entertaining my daughter by pretending to try on silly shirts she found. Barack was holding forth on how Macy's was a symbol of the American experience in the 21st century. I had trouble hearing him because my daughter kept laughing and distracting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all walked together to the food court where we sat down and discussed the American experience some more over bad mall food. I tried to make some joke about how unsavory the American experience must be if it tasted like what we were eating, but I was nervous and the joke didn't go over too well. Barack leaned in and said, &lt;i&gt;Well, my middle name isn't 'Middleman' is it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;What?&lt;/i&gt; I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My middle name isn't 'Middleman' is it?&lt;/i&gt; he repeated, as if expecting me to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sure if I'd heard him right, but I thought he might be making a joke about how his life was much more international than this suburban shopping mall.  I started to laugh tentatively, glancing at Michelle to see if I was correct in thinking he had made a joke. She was already laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ok, so I'm not the best joke teller. I hope that doesn't ruin your image of me,&lt;/i&gt; he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't. Actually, I thought it was both endearing and funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1794650891083463790?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1794650891083463790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1794650891083463790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1794650891083463790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1794650891083463790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/27-year-old-mother-who-slightly-favors.html' title='129.  Mother Who Slightly Favors Barack Over Hillary'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-5862220531539510481</id><published>2008-04-12T09:42:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:21:13.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>128.  Female Writer In Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack and I were hanging out with a security guard in a building in DC. He leaned in and whispered to me that he had been in love with me since we'd been in grade school together. He started singing Dolly Parton's &lt;i&gt;I Will Always Love You,&lt;/i&gt; but really quiet because he didn't want anyone to hear, and because of Michelle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-5862220531539510481?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/5862220531539510481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=5862220531539510481&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5862220531539510481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5862220531539510481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/female-writer-in-los-angeles.html' title='128.  Female Writer In Los Angeles'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-5377376010251377035</id><published>2008-04-10T10:05:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:21:36.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>127.  24-Year-Old Austin Male</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm at Barack's inauguration. There's a representative speaking at the podium introducing him, when suddenly there is shouting and I see a group of people wearing the white hoods of the Ku Klux Klan. There's a lot of commotion and they're yelling and causing a disturbance, which actually turns out to be a diversion, because I see someone rush the podium and shoot the person who was speaking, then start heading for Barack. There is a total absence of secret service and security, and my heart starts racing as I fear they're going to make it to Barack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-5377376010251377035?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/5377376010251377035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=5377376010251377035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5377376010251377035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5377376010251377035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-at-baracks-inauguration.html' title='127.  24-Year-Old Austin Male'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-5850699299231830733</id><published>2008-04-10T10:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:22:40.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>126.  Gay White Male College Professor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am on my back on a bed in a Motel 6, fully clothed; Michelle Obama is straddling me and holding my arms over my head. This is not sexual. Michelle does not look like herself -- she actually resembles one of my colleagues, an African-American woman about her age. I cannot figure out why Michelle feels she has to hold me down -- it seems there has been some misunderstanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack is about to address an audience in the motel room, but I can't see him or the crowd. His speech goes very well. Afterward, Michelle lets me get up, then she and Barack and I have a conversation about race in America. We agree about almost everything and have a lot of esteem for one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-5850699299231830733?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/5850699299231830733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=5850699299231830733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5850699299231830733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5850699299231830733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/gay-white-male-college-professor.html' title='126.  Gay White Male College Professor'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8605062359114618510</id><published>2008-04-07T21:45:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:22:52.744-04:00</updated><title type='text'>125.  21-Year-Old Female College Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was at a Barack Obama rally on the steps of Congress in Washington, D.C. Barack announced that he wanted to change his middle name to be more patriotic and show his commitment to being a true American. He said from that day forward, his middle name would no longer be &lt;i&gt;Hussein&lt;/i&gt; -- it would be &lt;i&gt;Congress:&lt;/i&gt; Barack Congress Obama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8605062359114618510?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8605062359114618510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8605062359114618510&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8605062359114618510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8605062359114618510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/21-year-old-female-college-student.html' title='125.  21-Year-Old Female College Student'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1153409522969800986</id><published>2008-04-07T10:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:20:32.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>124.  Democrat Woman With Family And No Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was walking a large dog on a leash when Barack approached with small dog on a leash. In order to let them pass, I let go of the leash of the big dog. The dog ran off and I felt guilty. Later, I spoke with my husband to tell him that I once again let go of the dog's leash to let Barack and his dog go by. My husband insisted that I be firm and hold my ground while letting them pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1153409522969800986?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1153409522969800986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1153409522969800986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1153409522969800986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1153409522969800986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/democrat-woman-with-family-and-no-dog.html' title='124.  Democrat Woman With Family And No Dog'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3715882751517744910</id><published>2008-04-06T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:23:07.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'>123.  Unemployed Female In Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was babysitting Barack's kids. The kids kept multiplying and I couldn't remember their names and felt embarrassed. They were paying me thirty dollars an hour which I was really excited about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3715882751517744910?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3715882751517744910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3715882751517744910&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3715882751517744910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3715882751517744910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/unemployed-female-in-brooklyn.html' title='123.  Unemployed Female In Brooklyn'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6513079964539338717</id><published>2008-04-04T09:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:42:55.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>122.  Female College Student Studying Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to see a Rufus Wainwright concert with some friends in an abandoned building. We climbed up a green ladder into the balcony. Sitting sulkily in the corner was John Travolta, and in the row behind me was Barack. Rufus, looking chubbier than usual, said he wanted everyone to come down and take a group picture with him. Barack tapped me on the shoulder and said he didn't want to go down because it would make a scene, so would I please take a picture for him? I said, &lt;i&gt;Sure, Barack Obama,&lt;/i&gt; and he handed me a disposable camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6513079964539338717?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6513079964539338717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6513079964539338717&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6513079964539338717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6513079964539338717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/female-college-student-studying-music.html' title='122.  Female College Student Studying Music'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1605067956346843081</id><published>2008-04-04T09:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:20:20.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>121.  Young Male Business Reporter And Obama Supporter In San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was on a train with a group of friends riding through some indefinite European country. We were drinking beer from large cans and playing cards. Obama was on the train with an entourage doing press of some sort. He wasn’t wearing a jacket -- it was a casual look. He came by and talked with us for a while, asking us where we were headed. I was confused and couldn’t remember where exactly we were going. I was very nervous because I didn’t want to be on camera with him. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have lots of dreams about riding on trains, though usually I’m alone. Not being sure where I’m headed is a common theme, which is sorta depressingly easily to psychoanalyze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1605067956346843081?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1605067956346843081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1605067956346843081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1605067956346843081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1605067956346843081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/young-male-business-reporter-and-obama_04.html' title='121.  Young Male Business Reporter And Obama Supporter In San Francisco'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8693972551916825474</id><published>2008-04-04T09:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:23:21.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>120.  Male Teacher In Italy</title><content type='html'>My 4 year old son and I are in a train station (not sure of its location) and my son is very tired and and almost asleep on a set of couches in the middle of the station.  Barack comes up to us and I introduce myself and my son. I say, &lt;i&gt;Look Owen, here's the next president of the United States.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack shakes our hands and exchanges pleasantries with us. He is very cordial and interested in what my boy has to say. We go to leave to meet my wife and Barack thanks us for our time and we part ways. I feel very privileged to meet him. He leaves the impression that the honor was his.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8693972551916825474?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8693972551916825474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8693972551916825474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8693972551916825474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8693972551916825474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/male-teacher-in-italy.html' title='120.  Male Teacher In Italy'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6286643811063621611</id><published>2008-04-02T21:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:23:32.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>119.  Young Married Female Grad Student At Princeton</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack was teaching a seminar outdoors next to a castle arched over a river like the Chenonceau in France. When I arrived at the riverbank, I found friends from high school and college wearing bedsheets wrapped around their bodies, standing waist-deep in the river in tight formation. They lowered themselves into the water in unison and emerged without looking at each other or speaking a word. As they did this over and over, I sat on a wall by the riverbank next to Barack and apologized for being late. I asked if I should get in, too. I didn't want him to know that I had no idea what this demonstration was about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me not to worry about it and took out a book to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6286643811063621611?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6286643811063621611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6286643811063621611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6286643811063621611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6286643811063621611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/young-married-female-grad-student-at.html' title='119.  Young Married Female Grad Student At Princeton'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-5992347994160655157</id><published>2008-04-02T21:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:23:43.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>118.  Married Woman In Twin Cities, Minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack was scheduled to give a speech while sitting on my bed -- but it was really a bed in the home of my Republican in-laws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat near my pillow while I watched from the other side of the room. There were many people there, filling the house, including a reporter I kept trying to distract so she wouldn't discover my in-laws' political leanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before the speech was to start, Barack noticed something on his wife's shoe. She was standing at the foot of the bed. He picked it up and it was a bank receipt. It showed &lt;i&gt;-1000&lt;/i&gt; and it turned out that she had overdrawn a campaign fund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was starting to get angry when I woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-5992347994160655157?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/5992347994160655157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=5992347994160655157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5992347994160655157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5992347994160655157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/married-woman-in-twin-cities-minnesota.html' title='118.  Married Woman In Twin Cities, Minnesota'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-5613123139756431068</id><published>2008-04-01T20:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:23:53.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'>117.  Female Clinton Supporter Whose Father Is Heavily Into Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was back in college along with my two younger brothers and my now-deceased mother. I kept running into Barack Obama. He'd stop and hassle me for not being politically active enough. He kept saying that he knew my dad and he'd be very disappointed with me for not doing enough. I would slip away and get involved in the college drama (like not having done any of the problem sets before a big math exam) but then I would again run into Barack who would hassle me for my lack of activism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-5613123139756431068?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/5613123139756431068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=5613123139756431068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5613123139756431068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5613123139756431068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/married-female-clinton-supporter-whose.html' title='117.  Female Clinton Supporter Whose Father Is Heavily Into Politics'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8168298486173629432</id><published>2008-04-01T20:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:24:03.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>116.  23-Year-Old Portland Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was at a Barack rally and since I arrived early, I was sitting on the stage talking to Barack. He was trying to convince me, in a subtle and kind way, that I should vote -- not just for him, but in general. People began to fill the room, and I sat on a chair toward the back of the stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found his speech compelling and invigorating. I knew that he was the president we needed. He was full of compassion and insight. When he finished, most people began filing out, but some milled around like teenagers at a concert, waiting, hoping for a moment with their favorite musician. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack stepped off the stage and greeted them, spending a few moments with each. Then he returned to me and we picked up our conversation from where we had left off -- discussing Will Truman from the TV show &lt;i&gt;Will &amp; Grace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke feeling like I should vote for Barack Obama, or at least think about registering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8168298486173629432?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8168298486173629432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8168298486173629432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8168298486173629432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8168298486173629432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/23-year-old-portland-woman.html' title='116.  23-Year-Old Portland Woman'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6477864560351806930</id><published>2008-04-01T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:24:34.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>115.  Female Art Dealer In New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was sitting in my high school classroom back in the Ukraine. It was well lit. Barack Obama was sitting near the back, by the window. He was wearing a big white turban. He was calm and was singing. The song, the sound, the music he was making was unbelievably beautiful. It was so beautiful that everyone was silently listening to him. The music was so touchy I almost couldn't take it. It was ancient language and sounded like a gospel. I never had such experience from listening to music. It was a pure catharsis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6477864560351806930?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6477864560351806930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6477864560351806930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6477864560351806930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6477864560351806930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/female-art-dealer-in-new-york.html' title='115.  Female Art Dealer In New York'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6714062797537536447</id><published>2008-04-01T10:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:24:49.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>114.  Woman Not Into Couture</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was at Barack's house preparing a party for him and his supporters. It was a huge atrium-like modern space with thirty-foot ceilings and a balcony running along the sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of setting up, my friend and I decided to look inside the closets and drawers at all of Michelle's legendary couture clothing. We pulled out all these Gucci, Prada and Valentino dresses. One drawer was entirely filled with beautiful gloves. Unfortunately, people starting arriving and we had to stuff all the clothes back into the drawers and closets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All throughout the party I kept worrying because I knew that she would know we had been through her closets and drawers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6714062797537536447?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6714062797537536447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6714062797537536447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6714062797537536447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6714062797537536447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/woman-not-into-couture.html' title='114.  Woman Not Into Couture'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-163308040006886665</id><published>2008-04-01T10:20:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:25:04.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>113.  Heterosexual American Woman And Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack and I had a dinner date where I was too shy to ask him the pressing political questions that were on my mind. I could only think to ask the well-worn question, &lt;i&gt;Where did the expression, "Audacity of Hope" come from?&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From de Tocqueville,&lt;/i&gt; he said, and gave me two volumes to read.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, propped up against the counter, he couldn't stop gazing into my eyes. The inevitable, delicious kiss followed. I thought of how I had to consider Michelle and not let it go any farther than that, but then he admitted he had something he wanted to show me. He then took off his clothes and placed me on his lap.  Under my female genitalia he arranged to show his own, and they looked a lot like mine. I touched them to be sure, and they felt a lot like mine. I reached under them to see if he had male genitalia and asked him softly, &lt;i&gt;Do you have a penis, also?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, &lt;i&gt;No.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was touched that he felt comfortable enough to share that with me, and didn't feel he was any less masculine for his female genitalia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-163308040006886665?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/163308040006886665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=163308040006886665&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/163308040006886665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/163308040006886665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/heterosexual-american-woman.html' title='113.  Heterosexual American Woman And Dancer'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4423858008952493812</id><published>2008-04-01T10:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:24:15.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>112.  Baby Boomer Nurse Who Believes In Hillary And Barack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack came to our town to hold a rally in a small room in a wooden house. He stayed a long time and there were many side events. His handlers kept failing to show up to whisk him away, but he took it all with with good humor, enjoying his interaction with ordinary folks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, we all rushed out to a local furniture store to see the two gold sofas Barack had just purchased. He said he had been looking everywhere for sofas that were really &lt;i&gt;gold&lt;/i&gt; -- not yellow or orange. We were proud he had found them in our humble town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4423858008952493812?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4423858008952493812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4423858008952493812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4423858008952493812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4423858008952493812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/baby-boomer-nurse-who-believes-in.html' title='112.  Baby Boomer Nurse Who Believes In Hillary And Barack'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4013469419442237620</id><published>2008-04-01T10:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:25:16.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>111.  Male Software Developer In His Fifties In L.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was taking a cooking class from Barack Obama. Every Monday evening he showed up to teach us cooking, even though he was still immersed in the presidential campaign. As he came in to the classroom, he looked very calm and started talking about today's lesson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that today we would be cooking seafood, and that it was important that the food be fresh. So we all went out on a boat and traveled along a rocky shore. It was already night and we went into a cave. After a while, the crew told him we were there, and Barack started telling us what we were going to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along, I was so touched that he would take time out from his campaign just for the twelve of us, but it seemed very important to him. I got the sense that this break from campaigning was important to him, and I wondered where he had been earlier that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4013469419442237620?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4013469419442237620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4013469419442237620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4013469419442237620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4013469419442237620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/male-software-developer-in-his-fifties.html' title='111.  Male Software Developer In His Fifties In L.A.'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3634865730427284870</id><published>2008-04-01T10:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:15:08.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>110.  San Francisco Woman Who Likes Both Democrats But Voted Hillary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My boss wanted to hire this anarchist with a loud personality and tattoos on her throat. She seemed feral to me, and I had doubts about how well she would fit into our office culture. My boss and I went to her apartment, which was a mess. Dozens of people lived there. There were two coat racks, which were destabilized by the weight of many winter coats. The anarchist was very confessional and soon told us that she was Barack's niece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were on the campaign trail. It was literally a trail: a wide, dusty, Old Western trail. Barack asked my college best friend and I to go into a hotel bedroom. Then he asked us if we would have sex with him. He was polite and reserved, and when we said no, he seemed neither disappointed nor surprised. I did kiss him, and it felt solid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were back on the trail, I felt suddenly charged with a mission. I argued that it was important that no one find out that Barack's niece is unhinged and living in an urban commune. I said that if the press got hold of a photo of her moldy and filthy bathroom, it would mean big trouble for Barack. Plus, I said, I heard that she was planning on installing a gun holster in her shower curtain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3634865730427284870?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3634865730427284870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3634865730427284870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3634865730427284870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3634865730427284870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/04/san-francisco-woman-who-supports.html' title='110.  San Francisco Woman Who Likes Both Democrats But Voted Hillary'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-2637509724474077332</id><published>2008-03-30T23:40:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:53:35.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>109. 43-Year-Old Male Technical Writer Supporting Barack</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was at a resort. There was a building we all passed through to get to the beach.  Barack Obama was there greeting the guests of the resort as we came in. He walked with me a few steps and made sure I had towels and a drink before going out on the beach. I relaxed for a while, then decided to shower there. I returned to the building where a friendly and helpful Barack showed me to an empty shower. I showered. Feeling relaxed and refreshed, I exited the stall and attempted to hang my used towel on a hook outside the door. Barack became serious all of a sudden and told me not to hang up the towel. He said that I had to fold the towel longways in thirds, then roll it jellyroll style. He showed me a basket where I had to place the jellyrolled towel, flat side down. I was no longer relaxed when I looked at the basket with one layer of towels, folded and rolled as he had instructed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-2637509724474077332?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/2637509724474077332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=2637509724474077332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2637509724474077332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2637509724474077332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/male-technical-writer-in-pittsburgh-who.html' title='109. 43-Year-Old Male Technical Writer Supporting Barack'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-7497970252339977017</id><published>2008-03-30T23:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:53:48.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>108. Woman Writing From Basel, Switzerlad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;A week ago I dreamt of having a tete-a-tete with Obama. It was very nice. We kissed and embraced each other and I loved his smooth dark skin, his special features.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-7497970252339977017?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/7497970252339977017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=7497970252339977017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7497970252339977017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7497970252339977017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/woman-writing-from-basel-switzerlad.html' title='108. Woman Writing From Basel, Switzerlad'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8789011211335835363</id><published>2008-03-29T14:39:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:54:17.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>107. Female Writer In Los Angeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack and a girl friend of mine and I are sitting, talking about politics. Barack says something and I smell alcohol on his breath and I think it's weird that he has alcohol breath. Then I remember we just had a party. He turns away and on the back of his head there are two nails, one higher than the other. I get really upset and say, &lt;i&gt;I know they got him bugged.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets up to go brush his teeth from the alcohol breath and I proceed to talk to my girl friend about a secret government that is conspiring and following him. He comes rushing into the room and says he wants to know all about it, and I am shocked he could hear me from the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8789011211335835363?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8789011211335835363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8789011211335835363&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8789011211335835363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8789011211335835363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/32-year-old-female-writer-in-los.html' title='107. Female Writer In Los Angeles'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6812693712477939998</id><published>2008-03-29T14:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:54:28.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>106. 25-Year-Old Woman In New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack Obama and I were in my bed, having sex; he was on top. Everything was going really well until we saw Michelle in the next room. Even though she couldn't see us, Barack started to get worried and lose his erection. I told him that I was on the birth control pill so there was nothing to worry about; I wouldn't get pregnant and Michelle wouldn't find out. That made him feel better and he got hard again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6812693712477939998?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6812693712477939998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6812693712477939998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6812693712477939998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6812693712477939998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/25-year-old-woman-in-new-york-city.html' title='106. 25-Year-Old Woman In New York City'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8117953564765544010</id><published>2008-03-27T10:57:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:54:42.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>105. Another Dream Of Margaux's, Whose Hillary Dream Inspired This Site</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a dream it was snowing a lot. I went across the street to do laundry, then next door to get a drink where I met my boyfriend. Obama was in there giving a speech. It wasn’t so bad. It was just like he was talking to everyone privately at a table with strong soft words. It didn’t feel like he was hogging the mic. Obama asked us to take him back to where we were living. We took him to two places that became one: the apartment where we lived, that was dark and cold and poor, and the house down the street some kids we knew lived in whose parents had died. It was beautiful and rich. Sheila and Lauren and someone else were sharing a bed in a cold dark room where the windows were broken. Obama was sitting on the edge of the bed reading a rainbow card I had made myself to not feel so sad. He read it out loud, quietly – he said it was dumb and magical. I was in the hallway, I nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the rich house in a huge soft bed with clean sheets and cream carpeting. The windows were broken and all the snow was coming in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://idreamofhillary.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-dream-was-margauxs.html"&gt;[The Hillary dream...]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8117953564765544010?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8117953564765544010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8117953564765544010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8117953564765544010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8117953564765544010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-dream-of-margauxs-whose-hillary.html' title='105. Another Dream Of Margaux&apos;s, Whose Hillary Dream Inspired This Site'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-7764427709749036972</id><published>2008-03-26T22:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:54:53.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>104. Woman On The Fence Between Barack And Hillary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There was a shootout in my home. It was like the wild west, with the women upstairs hiding and the men downstairs shooting. I don't know who was fighting whom, or why. Barack Obama was there. He sat next to me on the couch but sat on my glasses so I could not see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-7764427709749036972?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/7764427709749036972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=7764427709749036972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7764427709749036972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7764427709749036972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/woman-on-fence-between-barack-and.html' title='104. Woman On The Fence Between Barack And Hillary'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8842706761020766271</id><published>2008-03-26T22:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:55:03.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>103. 24-Year-Old Labor Activist And Obama Supporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am standing in the front row of a large, packed arena. The crowded is going crazy in anticipation for Barack to come out, the atmosphere more rock concert than political rally. Barack finally emerges, only he has long, bright green dreadlocks and he's bouncing around on stage in jeans and a white t-shirt, getting the crowd fired up. He passes up the podium and goes straight to the crowd, ripping his t-shirt off along the way, and gives everyone in the crowd a high-five. The crowd is loving it, but I find myself filled with anxiety, thinking, &lt;i&gt;Wow, I'm glad he has finally found his confidence, but I think this is taking it a bit too far.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8842706761020766271?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8842706761020766271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8842706761020766271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8842706761020766271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8842706761020766271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/24-year-old-labor-activist-and-obama.html' title='103. 24-Year-Old Labor Activist And Obama Supporter'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-304412426013749002</id><published>2008-03-26T22:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:55:12.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>102.  An Unemployed Man In Marin County, California</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In a bright, white room Barack Obama and Osama Bin Laden were fighting. Obama had Bin Laden pinned, when Bin Laden reached up and tried to break Obama's jaw. Obama seized the opportunity to bite two of Bin Laden's fingers off, the middle and ring finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Obama was in a suit giving a speech and he was in the White House as president. (I assume that the feat was so incredible there was no need for an election, or maybe he was already president.) Each time he would say the part of the speech that garnered applause, he would show the two fingers, which he held up with a small tissue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-304412426013749002?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/304412426013749002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=304412426013749002&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/304412426013749002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/304412426013749002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/unemployed-man-in-marin-county.html' title='102.  An Unemployed Man In Marin County, California'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6960804727538875142</id><published>2008-03-26T22:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:55:25.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>101.  58-Year-Old Female Obama Supporter In Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some people and I followed Obama into Lake Michigan. My terror of deep water came to me but then I suddenly knew that I would be able swim in this soft water and stay on the surface and not drown or be afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam and swam and then came around a curving shore towards a downtown Chicago harbor where there was a cheering crowd waiting to see him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But his two baby sons had been playing in the water and were missing. I swam out farther into the lake and found them clinging to some branches. They were cold and barely alive -- just very tiny babies. Just then Obama swam up and he saw that I had found them. He took one and I took the other and we swam them back to shore to where his wife was waiting. One of the babies smiled at me and said my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6960804727538875142?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6960804727538875142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6960804727538875142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6960804727538875142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6960804727538875142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/58-year-old-obama-supporter-in-chicago.html' title='101.  58-Year-Old Female Obama Supporter In Chicago'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-66395563929662477</id><published>2008-03-25T02:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T01:55:36.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100.  Young Texan Woman Who Voted For Obama Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm in Washington, walking past some shallow, marble steps. Barack is sitting there, resting his elbows on his knees and reading from a small book. The book looks just like my journal. I started to panic. Is Barack Obama reading my diary?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize that I am holding my diary, so he must have one of his own. I think how cool it is that we have the same book in which to record our experiences, even though our lives are so different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey, we have the same book!&lt;/i&gt; I call out, and hold up my diary. Barack looks over and smiles warmly but distantly, as though he is pleased by our little connection but is still deep in thought. I turn and walk on, enjoying the spring weather and glad that I was brave enough to speak to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-66395563929662477?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/66395563929662477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=66395563929662477&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/66395563929662477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/66395563929662477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/24-year-old-texan-woman-who-voted-for.html' title='100.  Young Texan Woman Who Voted For Obama Twice'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6253015377823249105</id><published>2008-03-25T02:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:29:19.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>99.  A Public Defender In Portland, Oregon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am in a large room with some high-school friends, taking a test Barack has designed. Competition is steep and I am really emotionally invested in doing well. After the test is over, we all sit on the tables and wait for the scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine comes out in the “weak” category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack starts walking up and down the aisles, acknowledging the people who have scored in the top category. Everyone else becomes an "untouchable" to him. It is like we didn't exist and are of no importance at all. I feel absolutely horrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6253015377823249105?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6253015377823249105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6253015377823249105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6253015377823249105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6253015377823249105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/public-defender-in-portland-oregon.html' title='99.  A Public Defender In Portland, Oregon'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6525597467847475008</id><published>2008-03-24T19:55:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:29:29.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>98.  Female Graphic Designer In Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am at a nice, big cabin in the mountains of Colorado with some close friends and family, when an unplanned guest shows up. It is Barack Obama. He is so weak he can barely walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men are helping him into the house. I get close and see that he is crying. I say, &lt;i&gt;It's ok, it's just tears of milk.&lt;/i&gt; White tears are streaming down the left side of his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men begin helping him down a wooden deck toward the master bedroom, when Barack slumps down and something comes out from him: it is a big white snowball, followed by a large snow cube carved in an ornate way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the men help him up and he goes into the bedroom to lie down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6525597467847475008?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6525597467847475008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6525597467847475008&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6525597467847475008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6525597467847475008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/female-graphic-designer-in-denver.html' title='98.  Female Graphic Designer In Denver'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3222886820505950735</id><published>2008-03-24T19:50:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:29:38.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>97.  White Brooklyn Teacher With Black Husband And 3-Year-Old Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My dad and I happen upon a church where Barack is speaking. Entering, I feel a strong sense of being different from the mostly black congregation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack stands at the pulpit, but he is old and pale with a receding, red afro. I am surprised that he is so much less attractive than in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the religious right in the congregation are plotting his downfall. Then something odd falls from his person. It is a round object that resembles a child’s rubbery, flashing Spike Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that in the ball lies the success of Barack's campaign. Only one other person sees it fall, and in her eyes I can tell that she also knows of its power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The average-looking woman and I tussle for the ball and when I come up victorious, I notice a change in the congregation. About half of the African-Americans are now white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand the ball to Michelle, who doesn't thank me. I exit the church and shrug my shoulders at the woman I scuffled with and say, &lt;i&gt;Sorry.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3222886820505950735?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3222886820505950735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3222886820505950735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3222886820505950735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3222886820505950735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/white-brooklyn-teacher-with-black.html' title='97.  White Brooklyn Teacher With Black Husband And 3-Year-Old Son'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-7344998488795882466</id><published>2008-03-24T19:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:29:47.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>96.  30-Year-Old San Francisco Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am with my stepfather's family and they are making me crazy! I get so angry and frustrated that I fall on the floor and start throwing a temper tantrum. My husband arrives and sees me. Without saying anything, he turns on some reggaeton music, which he knows I can’t resist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up and start dancing. We dance and dance and I think, &lt;i&gt;I'm so lucky to be married to somebody who knows exactly what I need!&lt;/i&gt; Then I realize, &lt;i&gt;That's not my husband -- that's Barack Obama!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-7344998488795882466?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/7344998488795882466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=7344998488795882466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7344998488795882466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7344998488795882466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/30-year-old-san-francisco-woman.html' title='96.  30-Year-Old San Francisco Woman'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8140805974752057833</id><published>2008-03-23T16:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:29:59.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>95.  Librarian At A Public School In New York City</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I met Barack in the West Village while he was campaigning. We made out all over the city and he was a very good kisser. His campaign staff, who were totally unphased by this, prevented Michelle and the media from finding out. Turns out Obama was quite the ladies' man. Everywhere we went, women flirted with him openly and thanked him for past good times. I was so thrilled to be with him, I didn't even feel jealous, just lucky to have had him for a day and possibly as president in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8140805974752057833?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8140805974752057833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8140805974752057833&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8140805974752057833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8140805974752057833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/librarian-at-public-school-in-new-york.html' title='95.  Librarian At A Public School In New York City'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3619972187836919684</id><published>2008-03-22T14:48:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:30:10.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>94.  Law Student In Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was shopping for counterfeit handbags on a busy street in Chinatown with some of my friends. A number of the vendors had radios tuned to the same station, which was playing a modern jazz song. When the song ended, the DJ said, &lt;i&gt;Now it's time for Barack Obama, live from Hawaii!.&lt;/i&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack's voice came on, and said, &lt;i&gt;My fellow citizens, this has been a long, hard campaign, and I am very tired. It's a rocky path I must travel and I just don't know if I can make it.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he sang &lt;i&gt;Ole Man River&lt;/i&gt; and the entire street fell silent. For the duration of the song, everyone just stood and listened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3619972187836919684?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3619972187836919684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3619972187836919684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3619972187836919684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3619972187836919684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/law-student-in-brooklyn.html' title='94.  Law Student In Brooklyn'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-7401270310787828438</id><published>2008-03-22T14:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:30:32.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>93.  White Woman With An Adult Son Who Is Dark-Complected And Part Hawaiian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I am on a cruise with Barack somewhere in the Pacific. My job is to give him advice on campaign strategies. Barack is wearing a brightly-colored hibiscus-printed sarong. He looks so thin and concerned and vulnerable. As my maternal feelings well up, he begins to look more like my boy. I counsel him to take care of himself and to just continue to be himself. I tells him he is wonderful and that I am so proud of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have liked to have been able to feed him and comfort him, but I held myself back from embracing him in my arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-7401270310787828438?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/7401270310787828438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=7401270310787828438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7401270310787828438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7401270310787828438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/white-woman-with-young-adult-son-who-is.html' title='93.  White Woman With An Adult Son Who Is Dark-Complected And Part Hawaiian'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8534367067681128189</id><published>2008-03-22T14:40:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:30:46.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>92.  23-Year-Old Man In Savannah, Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was standing on the sidelines of a baseball game, when I began to speak to one of the outfielders about why I support Obama. Eventually, a large crowd gathered about, listening and cheering as I elaborated on how Bush's war in Iraq and the massive deficit were impeding American progress. I was neither stammering nor hesitating as I spoke. Talking about Obama seemed to eliminate any sense of self-doubt or uncertainty about my value as an individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8534367067681128189?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8534367067681128189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8534367067681128189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8534367067681128189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8534367067681128189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/23-year-old-man-in-savannah-georgia.html' title='92.  23-Year-Old Man In Savannah, Georgia'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6415795067750120112</id><published>2008-03-22T14:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:30:56.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>91.  Long-Time Female Obama Supporter In Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack and I had plans to drive to the outlet mall that afternoon. As we left my house and walked toward my husband’s Ford Explorer, we laughed like two old friends. He gave me a playful nudge and said, &lt;i&gt;I just love you!&lt;/i&gt; This made me ridiculously happy. When we reached the car, he had trouble fitting into the passenger seat because his legs were so long. The back seat was down and needed lifting. I was afraid he would make me lift it by myself, but he helped me. Then we drove to the mall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6415795067750120112?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6415795067750120112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6415795067750120112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6415795067750120112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6415795067750120112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-time-female-obama-supporter-in.html' title='91.  Long-Time Female Obama Supporter In Austin'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-2449111964946084650</id><published>2008-03-21T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:31:05.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>90.  A Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm standing on a street corner watching Barack enthusiastically help a baby onto a pogo-stick / bicycle hybrid made of flimsy white plastic. The baby and pogocycle topple over onto the pavement. The thuddy sound was not unlike an old mushy piece of fruit landing on the floor. I remember being at once fascinated by the fact no brains spilled anywhere, and horrified at the sight and sound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-2449111964946084650?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/2449111964946084650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=2449111964946084650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2449111964946084650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2449111964946084650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/man.html' title='90.  A Man'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4069787354949632785</id><published>2008-03-21T08:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:31:17.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>89.  Woman Who Attended An Obama Rally In Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am at a dinner table with twenty-five people I've known in my life, as well as some I've never met. I start choking but everyone is talking and laughing and no one notices me struggling. I try to stand to get their attention when I feel someone grab me and begin the Heimlich, launching the chunk of food into the middle of the table. I turned to see who helped me, and it's Barack Obama! He takes my hands and gives me a big smile and says &lt;i&gt;Thank you!&lt;/i&gt; -- like he did at the rally in Seattle in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, &lt;i&gt;You're welcome! My gosh, I didn't even know you were going to be here tonight.&lt;/i&gt; Then he leaves and I wonder why &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; thanked &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4069787354949632785?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4069787354949632785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4069787354949632785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4069787354949632785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4069787354949632785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/woman-who-attended-obama-rally-in.html' title='89.  Woman Who Attended An Obama Rally In Seattle'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-2767129901301640230</id><published>2008-03-21T08:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:31:29.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>88.  Female Screenwriter In LA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am in an apartment building, the fourth I've moved into this year. Barack is unconscious in its medical care ward, and the only doctor there is absorbed with another patient. I ask if I can help, but he says no. I then follow the doctor to an elevator as he carries Barack out -- to get him better care elsewhere, I assume. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way down, the elevator starts shaking wildly. I think it might be an earthquake, given the ferocity. I try to relax my body and ride it out. Then the building crashes to the ground. I am unharmed. The doctor carrying Barack seems fine, and Barack is not harmed further. The doctor hurries off with him and I learn that the building was still under construction from the 6th floor up, and was poorly made, which is why it was collapsing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-2767129901301640230?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/2767129901301640230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=2767129901301640230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2767129901301640230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2767129901301640230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/female-screenwriter-in-la.html' title='88.  Female Screenwriter In LA'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3202291116202907016</id><published>2008-03-20T13:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:31:39.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>87.  Female Animal Lover And Anthropologist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack was giving a speech at The Phoenix Zoo, standing inside an exhibit. He had an orangutan on his shoulders and was talking about the importance of conservation. I found myself very impressed with his ideas but a little put off by the fact that he was so rushed that he didn't have time to talk with us after his speech, and was just hustled on to his next engagement by a crowd of handlers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3202291116202907016?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3202291116202907016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3202291116202907016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3202291116202907016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3202291116202907016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/female-animal-lover-and-anthropologist.html' title='87.  Female Animal Lover And Anthropologist'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-798331439016459988</id><published>2008-03-20T13:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:33:09.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>86.  Boston Woman Who Ultimately Decided To Support Hillary</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack was the new youth minister at my University. As a gesture of welcome, a group of us invited him out for the night for beers. The evening was a success, and we returned with him to his faculty apartment for some late-night, meaning-of-life conversation. We were getting comfortable when Barack excused himself to go to the restroom and came out lighting his Speed Stick Gel deodorant on fire and huffing the fumes. His adeptness with the deodorant/lighter technique and lack of self- consciousness implied this was simply his standard nightcap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-798331439016459988?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/798331439016459988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=798331439016459988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/798331439016459988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/798331439016459988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/boston-woman-who-ultimately-decided-to.html' title='86.  Boston Woman Who Ultimately Decided To Support Hillary'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3631229033386043772</id><published>2008-03-19T11:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:33:19.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>85.  Young Female Editor At A Think Tank In NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was traveling with Barack and he didn't want to use a public restroom because, it was understood, he's a germophobe. I invited him to my parents' house so he could use theirs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3631229033386043772?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3631229033386043772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3631229033386043772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3631229033386043772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3631229033386043772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/young-female-editor-at-think-tank-in.html' title='85.  Young Female Editor At A Think Tank In NYC'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1603537536383596903</id><published>2008-03-19T11:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:33:34.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>84.  32-Year-Old Female Hillary Supporter In NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am in the back seat of a car that Barack is driving. Michelle is in the passenger seat. We don't know each other well -- maybe they picked me up hitchhiking. I ask him about his daughters and I talk about the tiny crap-hole apartment I used to live in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the next day, and I'm talking to my coworker about Barack, feeling like I have a crush on him or something. I'm an editor at a magazine, and my boss overhears. He says he wants to use my connection with Barack to ask him to write a story on kids' room storage solutions. I feel that it's not best way to utilize him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1603537536383596903?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1603537536383596903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1603537536383596903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1603537536383596903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1603537536383596903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/32-year-old-female-hillary-supporter-in.html' title='84.  32-Year-Old Female Hillary Supporter In NYC'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8082116120330943296</id><published>2008-03-19T10:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:33:47.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>83.  34-Year-Old Stay-At-Home Mom In Portland</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was going to a retreat center in the mountains to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; a mini-workshop with a shaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I arrived late and walked out of the lodge to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; the group.  I walked down the path in the snow, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; caught the last of the "ritual"  with the (Inuit?) shaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; sitting by the fire, doing some sort of blessing. Then it was over. Heading back, I found myself walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; with Barack.  I somehow knew him on a personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; level, and we chatted about how the campaign was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; going, how he was holding up, etc.  It felt good to see him, like seeing an old friend.  We went into the lodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; together, finishing our conversation.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Michelle saw us walk in and gave me a dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; look. I remember feeling annoyed because Barack and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I were just friends and she knew that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8082116120330943296?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8082116120330943296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8082116120330943296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8082116120330943296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8082116120330943296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/34-year-old-stay-at-home-mom-in.html' title='83.  34-Year-Old Stay-At-Home Mom In Portland'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-365985492050046328</id><published>2008-03-19T09:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:33:59.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>82.  Young Female Obama Supporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was shopping at a drugstore and came across a display of Valentine's Day gift ideas. It included a CD entitled &lt;i&gt;Barack Obama Sings 20 Classic Love Songs.&lt;/i&gt; I considered buying it for my sister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-365985492050046328?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/365985492050046328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=365985492050046328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/365985492050046328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/365985492050046328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/young-female-obama-supporter.html' title='82.  Young Female Obama Supporter'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-5410588238382698921</id><published>2008-03-19T09:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:34:17.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>81.  25-Year-Old Mom And Obama Supporter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dreamed that an old romantic comedy which Obama had starred in in his younger days was dug up and was playing at every theater in the country. The movie was pretty bad but I remember thinking how unfair it was for people not to vote for him just because he wasn't a good actor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-5410588238382698921?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/5410588238382698921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=5410588238382698921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5410588238382698921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5410588238382698921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/25-year-old-mom-and-obama-supporter.html' title='81.  25-Year-Old Mom And Obama Supporter'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4794265617208105433</id><published>2008-03-19T09:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:34:29.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>80.  28-Year-Old Female</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was on Obama's campaign bus and was sitting right next to him on some sort of a bench. He was wearing a crisp, light blue shirt, which I think contributed to me wanting to snuggle up closer to him. He then hugged me and we held each other for a while like that. The embrace had the warmth of fatherly affection, but I also remember waking up semi-aroused and thinking about his body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4794265617208105433?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4794265617208105433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4794265617208105433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4794265617208105433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4794265617208105433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/28-year-old-female.html' title='80.  28-Year-Old Female'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-7261176159284091096</id><published>2008-03-19T07:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:34:42.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>79.  27-Year-Old Guy From Tampa, Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Barack was teaching a middle school class. I was at a desk in the back of the room. Everyone had slightly over-sized bobble heads, including Barack. He was a passionate teacher and had all of us engaged in a lesson. Then he pulled out an electric guitar and started playing and walking around the classroom, singing. When he came near my desk I jokingly yelled, &lt;i&gt;Do your thang Huckabee! Do your thang!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-7261176159284091096?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/7261176159284091096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=7261176159284091096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7261176159284091096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7261176159284091096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/27-year-old-male-from-tampa-florida.html' title='79.  27-Year-Old Guy From Tampa, Florida'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4915030318896311509</id><published>2008-03-19T07:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:34:54.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>78.  24-Year-Old Youth Minister From Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm sitting in an ice cream store and Barack and Michelle walk in. My friend leans across the table to let me know that this is Barack's new campaign strategy: no more big rallies, just meeting normal people in normal places. After a few minutes, I leave the shop and run into Barack outside. He tells me to walk and talk with him. He always walks a few steps ahead of me. He asks if I'm a student, and I feel ashamed to say that I graduated several years ago. I tell him I'm a youth minister. Barack laughs derisively and walks away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4915030318896311509?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4915030318896311509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4915030318896311509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4915030318896311509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4915030318896311509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/24-year-old-youth-minister-from-texas.html' title='78.  24-Year-Old Youth Minister From Texas'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6425600401893836948</id><published>2008-03-19T07:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:35:10.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>77.  Dream Of 79-Year Old Chicago Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My grandmother told me her dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the living room of a modest apartment. There was a small dinner party and I was dancing with Obama. I went into the dining room and announced, &lt;i&gt;I forgot to tell you that this is my husband Barack Obama and he is running for president.&lt;/i&gt; Then I said, &lt;i&gt;Oh wait, I made a mistake, he's not my husband.&lt;/i&gt; Michelle came in and I told that her I was sorry I said Barack was my husband because he is hers. She replied, &lt;i&gt;That's okay.&lt;/i&gt; Then everyone but me sat at the dinner table and Barack felt sick from the food and turned different colors. Next scene we are in an auditorium and I'm standing in the back. Barack is walking down the aisle on the left side and he's asking people to vote for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6425600401893836948?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6425600401893836948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6425600401893836948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6425600401893836948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6425600401893836948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/dream-of-79-year-old-chicago-woman.html' title='77.  Dream Of 79-Year Old Chicago Woman'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-844706410224317130</id><published>2008-03-19T07:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:35:22.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>76.  27-Year-Old Female Musician</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack made a campaign stop in my hometown. Someone had booked him in a hotel that had a bathroom made entirely of glass, so you could see from the outside what he was doing in there, however it was clouded glass so you couldn't see anything clearly. Someone made a video of him showering and posted it on the internet. Of course, this caused a hailstorm of controversy and everyone demanded that Obama explain why he would book a hotel with a see-through bathroom. He countered by explaining that it really wasn't a big deal because it was clouded glass and you couldn't see everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-844706410224317130?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/844706410224317130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=844706410224317130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/844706410224317130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/844706410224317130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/27-year-old-female-musician.html' title='76.  27-Year-Old Female Musician'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1575973206521417664</id><published>2008-03-18T16:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:35:34.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>75.  Male Marketing Associate In California</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Me and Barack, just hanging out, watching &lt;i&gt;Lost&lt;/i&gt; together. Sweet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1575973206521417664?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1575973206521417664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1575973206521417664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1575973206521417664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1575973206521417664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/male-marketing-associate-in-california.html' title='75.  Male Marketing Associate In California'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-7098645567354702176</id><published>2008-03-18T16:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:35:45.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>74.  45-Year-Old Photographer In Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My wife and I were driving an SUV on riverbed in Alaska. We pulled out of the river into a hotel parking lot. Then I found myself without my wife, in my hotel room, in the bathroom. Barack Obama came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said &lt;i&gt;Mr. Obama,&lt;/i&gt; and he looked at me and addressed me by name. I was uncertain what to do, began to stand, then decided against it halfway. I had also reflexively put out my hand to shake his, and Barack did too. We both stopped, with pained expressions, and I said, &lt;i&gt;You don't have to.&lt;/i&gt; He quickly shook my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down and told him he should wash his hand but he left the room. Immediately, a Secret Service agent came in and started to check the room for bugs. I asked him to give me a minute but he insisted he had to sweep the room right away. Obama was right outside the door asking me to hurry up because he had to go, but I was so self-conscious with this Secret Service agent there that I could not do my business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-7098645567354702176?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/7098645567354702176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=7098645567354702176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7098645567354702176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/7098645567354702176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/45-year-old-photographer-in-seattle.html' title='74.  45-Year-Old Photographer In Seattle'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-2981204763527902033</id><published>2008-03-18T16:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:35:57.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>73.  28-Year-Old Female Journalist In D.C.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was in a large house with vaulted ceilings and skylights, sitting opposite Barack at the Fisher Price table my brother and I had when we were kids. Like old friends, Barack and I were catching up on life and chatting about foreign policy and health care. Finally he had to go and asked if he could use our bathroom on the way out. I said sure. A dozen or so of my friends were scurrying around the house, playing tag. Just as Barack reached the bathroom, a friend darted in front of him, went in, and slammed the door. He shrugged like it was no big deal. I apologized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-2981204763527902033?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/2981204763527902033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=2981204763527902033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2981204763527902033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2981204763527902033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/28-year-old-female-journalist-in-dc.html' title='73.  28-Year-Old Female Journalist In D.C.'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6499451410644028855</id><published>2008-03-17T12:07:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:36:10.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>72.  6-Year-Old West Los Angeles Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dreamt that I was in a great big field. There was a volcano near me. Barack appeared above the volcano with an elephant on his head. The volcano erupted and Barack flew toward me. The elephant picked me up and put me on his back. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(His father and I are both avid Barack supporters and talk about the race quite a bit at home.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6499451410644028855?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6499451410644028855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6499451410644028855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6499451410644028855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6499451410644028855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-year-old-west-los-angeles-boy.html' title='72.  6-Year-Old West Los Angeles Boy'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4074585693908906268</id><published>2008-03-17T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:36:22.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>71.  32-Year-Old Mom And Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dreamed I was at an Obama rally. As he spoke, he began to raise his hands in the air and levitate small objects around him. Everyone was shocked at first, but quickly accepted his abilities as real. He seemed a bit uncomfortable with what had happened, like he didn't mean to do what he did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4074585693908906268?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4074585693908906268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4074585693908906268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4074585693908906268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4074585693908906268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/32-year-old-mom-and-artist.html' title='71.  32-Year-Old Mom And Artist'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-9065158477544415753</id><published>2008-03-17T10:14:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:36:33.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>70.  29-Year-Old Female Filmmaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a vivid Barack dream last night that spoke to me of one of my ongoing internal struggles. I was at a campaign event for Barack, like a community BBQ. We sat at long picnic tables and Barack was on my right. It was like we knew each other and he was checking in to see what I was doing with my life. I said I was a filmmaker and I started going on about the transformative power of art. I mentioned Marcel Duchamp for some reason. Hearing that, Barack shook his head disapprovingly, asking me what it had to do with real folks like the ones at this BBQ. He thought I was wasting my life with all this artsy fartsy stuff and I should be doing something more pragmatic and political, be a lawyer like him, commit myself to service. I felt ashamed. My dream shifted and suddenly I was an indentured servant in some bizarre building complex surrounded by barbed wire. I was trying to escape, but it sort of felt like punishment for my self-indulgent ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-9065158477544415753?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/9065158477544415753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=9065158477544415753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/9065158477544415753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/9065158477544415753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/29-year-old-female-filmmaker.html' title='70.  29-Year-Old Female Filmmaker'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-2457795531257148025</id><published>2008-03-17T01:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:36:47.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>69.  Woman Who Works Weeding The Grand Canyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was working in a giant field that had been freshly tilled and Barack was showing me how to pick out the rocks from the soil and toss them to the outskirts. As I pitched my first few rocks he was very encouraging, and placed his hand on my shoulder at one point to offer me kudos for my efforts. There was a crowd of dusty onlookers that were watching him instruct me. I remember feeling excited about what we might plant there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-2457795531257148025?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2457795531257148025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2457795531257148025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/woman-who-works-weeding-grand-canyon.html' title='69.  Woman Who Works Weeding The Grand Canyon'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8544698981938992007</id><published>2008-03-16T21:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:36:58.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>68.  38-Year-Old Female Kindergarten Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was in a conference room at a hotel, standing behind white columns at the back of the room. I'm not sure if there were other people in the room at the time. In slacks and a white oxford with sleeves rolled up, Barack approached me and extended his arms, and we embraced. He said, &lt;i&gt;Thank you for your help, Verna.&lt;/i&gt;  We hugged and he kissed my cheek. We continued embracing and then suddenly we were kissing for just a few more seconds. We both stepped back and looked at each other in confusion and surprise. I awkwardly stuttered my through an excuse to leave and Barack did the same.  In the dream, I somehow knew his wife was approaching and that we needed to part ways before she discovered us. And that was that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8544698981938992007?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8544698981938992007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8544698981938992007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8544698981938992007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8544698981938992007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/38-year-old-female-kindergarten-teacher.html' title='68.  38-Year-Old Female Kindergarten Teacher'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3169227042170177145</id><published>2008-03-16T16:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:37:09.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>67.  28-Year-Old Female Grad Student In Texas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I went to see my therapist at our regular time. When I entered her office, Barack Obama was sitting on the couch, leaning forward, looking like himself on the cover of The Audacity of Hope. My therapist informed me that instead of our regular individual therapy, we would be having group therapy with Barack and one other person, who I didn't recognize. I felt angry that Barack was intruding on our session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3169227042170177145?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3169227042170177145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3169227042170177145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3169227042170177145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3169227042170177145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/28-year-old-female-grad-student-in.html' title='67.  28-Year-Old Female Grad Student In Texas'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-2738196452187829687</id><published>2008-03-14T11:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:39:30.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>66.  Art Teacher From Minnesota</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a dream that Barack, my favorite musician, and my first love were the same person. When I woke up I began thinking that these three people have inspired me in a similar ways and intensities but through different mediums (politics, music and love).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-2738196452187829687?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/2738196452187829687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=2738196452187829687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2738196452187829687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2738196452187829687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/art-teacher-from-minnesota.html' title='66.  Art Teacher From Minnesota'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8167044093399173918</id><published>2008-03-14T11:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:39:42.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>65.  26-Year-Old Creative Writing Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was standing on an enormous stage with Obama, his family, and many other people. The sun was shining radiantly in our eyes; a huge glowing green field stretched out before us. My husband of six months and I stood behind Barack, holding hands, sturdy and joyful. I was overwhelmed with a feeling of certainty that my husband and I will have a good, happy life together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8167044093399173918?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8167044093399173918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8167044093399173918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8167044093399173918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8167044093399173918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/26-year-old-creative-writing-teacher.html' title='65.  26-Year-Old Creative Writing Teacher'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1276156910317130801</id><published>2008-03-13T16:57:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:40:41.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>64.  Female Philosophy Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I'm watching a movie preview for &lt;i&gt;Horton Hears A Who&lt;/i&gt;. They're showing clips of the actors reading their lines, then a clip of the cartoon character finishing the line. The actor playing Horton is Barack Obama! He is saying the line, &lt;i&gt;We must travel secretly...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1276156910317130801?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1276156910317130801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1276156910317130801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1276156910317130801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1276156910317130801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/aspiring-philosophy-student-female.html' title='64.  Female Philosophy Student'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-8325042656572739373</id><published>2008-03-13T13:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:40:30.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>63.  19-Year-Old Rochester Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dreamed that someone gave me a book by Barack, but instead of &lt;i&gt;The Audacity of Hope&lt;/i&gt;  it was &lt;i&gt;The Lion King&lt;/i&gt; children's book. The strange thing was that instead of Simba's face on the lion it was Barack's. Then when I closed the book I looked up and saw Barack smiling and he asked if I liked it. I said, &lt;i&gt;I loved it. The Lion King is one of my favorite movies.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-8325042656572739373?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/8325042656572739373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=8325042656572739373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8325042656572739373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/8325042656572739373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/19-year-old-rochester-woman.html' title='63.  19-Year-Old Rochester Woman'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-5579636739861725727</id><published>2008-03-13T13:49:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:40:19.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>62.  25-Year-Old Male Obama Supporter In Connecticut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was in an empty restaurant, sitting with Barack at a table. I asked Barack about his feelings regarding the constant need for him to publicly reiterate that he is not a Muslim. Barack said nothing, got up and walked away. I tried to follow him, but he was elusive. I grew humiliated and upset.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-5579636739861725727?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/5579636739861725727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=5579636739861725727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5579636739861725727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/5579636739861725727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/25-year-old-male-obama-supporter-in.html' title='62.  25-Year-Old Male Obama Supporter In Connecticut'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4414414849106790802</id><published>2008-03-12T17:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:40:09.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>61.  A Young Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Barack and I had been involved in what I thought was a serious romantic relationship. Throughout the evening, I was sending him loving text messages and continually checking my phone, though I never received a response. As the dream progressed it became clear that he was either focused on his campaign or, more likely, had just lost interest in me, which was very upsetting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4414414849106790802?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4414414849106790802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4414414849106790802&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4414414849106790802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4414414849106790802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/young-woman.html' title='61.  A Young Woman'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-9211766127740884283</id><published>2008-03-12T17:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:39:59.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>60.  Young Woman In A Serious Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was hanging out with Barack, flirting with him a bit. My boyfriend was with me and started getting annoyed at this. I dismissed my him, saying, &lt;i&gt;Dude...it's Obama!&lt;/i&gt; As in, DUH, of course I'm going to flirt with him, nothing wrong with that. Then I got a pang of guilt when I thought about Michelle Obama, thinking that I shouldn't be a homewrecker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-9211766127740884283?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/9211766127740884283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=9211766127740884283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/9211766127740884283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/9211766127740884283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/young-woman-in-serious-relationship.html' title='60.  Young Woman In A Serious Relationship'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-2683872502324565602</id><published>2008-03-12T08:51:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:39:10.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>59.  A Spanish Woman Living In Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I dreamed Obama was a candidate in the Spanish general elections. It was election day and I went to cast my vote for him. I was looking around for the paper ballot but couldn't find it. I became desperate and went up to the lazy officials, blaming them for just sitting around rather than having the ballots ready. I left the polling station sadly.  Walking around the corner, I witnessed Barack cleaning the foggy windows of an expensive home. I tried to run and tell him that I was unable to cast my vote, but I was too sad, my legs were too heavy -- I could not advance. I was moving in the same place. I saw him, in the distance, grow tired. He sat down on an empty wooden stool in a fetal position. He looked beautiful and peaceful, still as a sculpture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-2683872502324565602?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/2683872502324565602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=2683872502324565602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2683872502324565602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2683872502324565602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/spanish-woman-living-in-canada.html' title='59.  A Spanish Woman Living In Canada'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1898582837077244543</id><published>2008-03-12T08:43:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:38:57.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>58.  Female College Student In Chicago</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I saw Obama walking down the street in a small village in Thailand. I asked him what he was doing here in Thailand when he should have been campaigning in America. We started talking, and he said he didn't have any place to stay in Thailand. I told him he could stay with me, and he thanked me and we went off to do other things. Then I remembered that I was living with my students and I wasn't in any position to say he could stay with us, especially since it was women-only house. I grew really worried.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I actually live in the same neighborhood as Obama and many of my friends have seen him near my home. Why did I displace the meeting to Thailand?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1898582837077244543?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1898582837077244543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1898582837077244543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1898582837077244543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1898582837077244543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/female-college-student-in-chicago.html' title='58.  Female College Student In Chicago'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-9109949792112382880</id><published>2008-03-12T08:39:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:38:45.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>57.  48-Year-Old San Francisco Man, Fan Of Film Noir</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was taking a trip to Hawaii -- but it was all very rushed and sudden. I could see the plane waiting on the runway and I was in my room thinking I needed something to read for the trip. As I was getting closer to the plane (its colors were brown and red) I saw Barack, who was going there, too. I thought that I should have brought a swimsuit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-9109949792112382880?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/9109949792112382880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=9109949792112382880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/9109949792112382880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/9109949792112382880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/48-year-old-san-francisco-man-and-fan.html' title='57.  48-Year-Old San Francisco Man, Fan Of Film Noir'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-6410015284557540152</id><published>2008-03-11T09:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:32:56.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>56.  Man In Maine Studying Environmental Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It was Valentine's Day. I was waiting in line at a cheap department store. I was fifth or sith in line, and all of a sudden I saw that Barack was behind me. No one would let him cut in line, so I let him go ahead of me. He was wearing a completely pink suit. He had a dozen roses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How come you're not dressed up for Valentine's Day?&lt;/i&gt; he asked me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him I didn't usually do that, and he replied &lt;i&gt;Oh I see, you like to take it easy. That's cool.&lt;/i&gt; He paid for the roses and strolled out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-6410015284557540152?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/6410015284557540152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=6410015284557540152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6410015284557540152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/6410015284557540152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/man-in-maine-studying-environmental.html' title='56.  Man In Maine Studying Environmental Policy'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-1951983022306619756</id><published>2008-03-11T09:12:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:32:45.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>55.  A Feminist Obama Supporter And Camp Counselor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Barack had come to speak at my summer camp. It was outside at Sunday Service, and we were all sitting on wooden benches looking out over the water. There were only a handful of people in attendance. I'd helped set up the event, so I was sitting close up. After he spoke, I raised my hand to ask a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Barack, are you a feminist?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said he was not. I was very disappointed. This guy next to me wearing gold cuff links starts laughing at my question. Then I stormed out and said that I was voting for Hillary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-1951983022306619756?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/1951983022306619756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=1951983022306619756&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1951983022306619756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/1951983022306619756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/male-feminist-camp-counselor-and-obama.html' title='55.  A Feminist Obama Supporter And Camp Counselor'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-2845777700829556084</id><published>2008-03-10T19:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:32:34.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>54.  A Married Man And Playwright In Toronto</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I had a dream that I was Filipino and was making dinner for Obama. I was worried that I wouldn't have enough food&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-2845777700829556084?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/2845777700829556084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=2845777700829556084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2845777700829556084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/2845777700829556084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/married-man-and-playwright-in-toronto.html' title='54.  A Married Man And Playwright In Toronto'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-4523412704634100545</id><published>2008-03-10T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:32:22.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>53.  California Woman With A New Grandson</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Barack Obama stopped by with Lorna, a woman I used to work with. They were just standing there, he in a white shirt and dark pants, she stark naked with her long red hair covering her shoulders like she was Lady Godiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had brought her to pick up the baby, which was in the other room. He was explaining to me that she would be taking care of it. I was quite surprised because Lorna is an unmarried woman in her late 50’s, has no children, and I couldn’t understand why she would be caring for his – her? – infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they left, explaining they had to be on their way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-4523412704634100545?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/4523412704634100545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=4523412704634100545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4523412704634100545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/4523412704634100545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/62-year-old-california-woman-with-new.html' title='53.  California Woman With A New Grandson'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3302797166810452780</id><published>2008-03-10T14:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:32:09.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>52.  Gay 26-Year-Old New Yorker</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Barack and I were in the back seat of a moving car. He was on top of me. We were making out (clothed). Barack kept whispering in my ear, &lt;i&gt;Tell me what you want me to change...Tell me what you want me to change...&lt;/i&gt; Each time I tried to tell him, he'd go, &lt;i&gt;Shhh, not too loud.&lt;/i&gt; I think he was trying to protect me. It was pretty hot. Let's just say I was on the fence between before I went to bed that night, and when I woke up, I wasn't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3302797166810452780?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3302797166810452780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3302797166810452780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3302797166810452780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3302797166810452780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/gay-26-year-old-new-yorker.html' title='52.  Gay 26-Year-Old New Yorker'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7890510738890641607.post-3195008538276441268</id><published>2008-03-10T14:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:31:56.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>51.  Female University Student In Nova Scotia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was walking against the current through a crowd of people and Barack was walking toward me. He was so magnetic and seemed to be emitting a golden light -- very shiny. I couldn’t look away. He smiled at me, and just as he was next to me I thought, &lt;i&gt;I have to vote for Obama.&lt;/i&gt; Once he was gone, however, I snapped back into the "real world" and wondered what had just happened. I felt as though some spell had been cast over me, and I was pretty angry at him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7890510738890641607-3195008538276441268?l=idreamofbarack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/feeds/3195008538276441268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7890510738890641607&amp;postID=3195008538276441268&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3195008538276441268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7890510738890641607/posts/default/3195008538276441268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idreamofbarack.blogspot.com/2008/03/21-year-old-female-university-student.html' title='51.  Female University Student In Nova Scotia'/><author><name>Sheila Heti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00808958653295084399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
