I dreamed that I was elected President of the United States.
I called a meeting with Obama and another liberal dude just to upset folks – the religious folks. Because I ought not speak with them.
I really just wanted to find out how they did it.
On the way up to the Presidential Suite, we came up an escalator that led to the elevator. I ran from the top of the escalator over to the elevator. Some foreign security dude yelled at me to “stop running”, like a school teacher does when she admonishes the kids.
I laughed thinking, does that guy not know who I am?
At dinner, in the suite, we ate steak. I saw one of the folk’s plate, and there was just this big hunk of meat with nothing else on the plate. I was waiting on mine to arrive. He gave us a taste.