Dreams of BillBama

History repeats itself, first as tragedy, then as farce, then as Journalist Dream Books about Democrat Presidents.

Sometimes a President Is Just a President

The other night I dreamt of Barack Obama. He was taking a shower right when I needed to get into the bathroom to shave my legs, and then he was being yelled at by my husband, Max, for smoking in the house. It was not clear whether Max was feeling protective of the president’s health or jealous because of the cigarette.

As we all know, in journalism, two anecdotes are just one short of a national trend. I figured that my friend and I couldn’t possibly be the only ones dreaming, brooding or otherwise obsessing about the Obamas. Were other people, I wondered, being possessed by our new first family?

I launched an e-mail inquiry. And learned that they were. Often, in strikingly similar ways.

Many women — not too surprisingly — were dreaming about sex with the president. In these dreams, the women replaced Michelle with greater or lesser guilt or, in the case of a 62-year-old woman in North Florida, whose dream was reported to me by her daughter, found a fully above-board solution: “Michelle had divorced Barack because he had become ‘too much of a star.’ He then married my mother, who was oh so proud to be the first lady,” the daughter wrote me.

I've read this story before. In 1992 a journalist wrote the exact same article about Bill Clinton and launched the same inquiry. People from all over the country sent her their stories, and by 1994 she had published the collection into a book. You can buy it here, at Amazon. If you like that sort of thing. And Oh, it's high-larious times now that we can read of journalists jizzing in their pants over Barack Obama - I mean, Chris Matthews and his leg tingle are nothing compared to this, right?

The first time I dream of Barack Obama because of this, I'm going to be very pissed off.

Hat tip to Annie's Inferno for bringing my attention to this story! (Deja-VOUS!) It's in the New York Slimes of course.