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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Friday, February 6, 2009

February 6, 2009; Oxnard, CA; age 55

Obama is holding a press conference. He’s wearing a t-shirt and short jogging shorts. People are asking him tough, challenging questions, conveying distrust and doubt about his policies and abilities. He’s answering earnestly, using all his intelligence, soul, and heart.

After the press conference, I’m walking with him and a few other people up a street in Manhattan Beach, CA toward the house I lived in in high school.

I say, “nice shorts,” facetiously, noting to myself that they represent the fashion of the 1980’s.

He says, “Thanks,” with a completely straight face, like he’s setting a new trend.

Then he says of himself, “Boy, the guy is just hanging on by a thread.”

I’m concerned for him. I want to help him out. I think for a moment, then I say, “Even people who are for you want to challenge you right now because they want to see how you’ll deal with the challenge.”

He thinks about this. Then he nods and says, “Thanks. I can see that.”

It’s as though I’ve given him a gift and he’s accepted it.

“Let’s hang out,” he says. “We should get together and hang out.” I can feel him reach out of loneliness for friendship.

As we continue to walk, I feel gratified that I was able to help him and pleased that he wants to spend time with me. ~ end of dream