Sharing the Dreams

People are dreaming about Barack Obama. Because his presidency affects us on a collective level, individual dreams about him can reflect various aspects of collective awareness.

This blog is a collaborative gathering of dreams that contain Obama as a figure in the narrative or as an image. I will post the dreams here anonymously, without my comments, where they can be viewed as expressions of the collective world psyche.

The intention with this collection is not to analyze individual dreams, but rather to let the nature of each dream speak for itself as part of the world psyche. As we listen, we can bring individual voices into greater collective consciousness.

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SHARE your dream: email to me at Imaginalways@gmail.com

Write your dream as if it is happening right now (present tense). Include:
date (when you had the dream)
location (where you were sleeping when you had the dream)
your age (in current waking-life)


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Friday, February 6, 2009

February 3, 2009; Tuscon, AZ; age 54

Barack, Michele and their daughters are visiting Tucson. They are staying at a resort I know well. My cousin who has the same name as I, is with me. Barack is at a table, in a suit and tie, doing meet and greets. There are only three people left in line, so I get in line and meet him. [It is like his book signing I saw on CSPAN, not like his political rallies.]He has a very nice, quiet, calm energy. I offer to babysit his two daughters so he and Michele can go out. I call my other cousin over so he can take a picture of the two of us with the same name. We laugh. Michele is off to the side by herself in a black dress, and seems a little lonely at first. I reassure her that she will like Tucson. ~ end of dream

The energy of the dream was so natural and relaxed and personal. There was no security around. It was as if we were old friends reuniting. It felt very real.