saturday night: with a summer blockbuster aesthetic (think ironman or batman), a bunch of folks and I were about to be tortured by obama. something about creating an ad that no one has ever seen before, something about channeling energy through all of our bodies… like he made us all put metal bits in our mouths. last thing i remember “thinking” is that i wish i had batman’s number cause what if he didn’t get there in time and just hoping he knew. i could name some other folks (tumblrs) that were there… but i’ll spare you.
sunday night: i guess i made up with obama cause he was in my dream AGAIN, and this time i’m pretty sure we had a romantic relationship because we were flying on his private plane together.
w.t.f.