I had a dream last night that I was on a quiz show with Barack Obama and Bill O’Reilly. They were to face off against each other to determine who knew more about politics, and I was to team up with O’Reilly. I wondered why I was invited to be there, because while I have a decent knowledge of politics, I should certainly not be on a quiz show about it. There was also cooking involved, and Obama was spilling sugar everywhere. He was casually swearing and wearing street clothes, joking that he didn’t have to worry about such things anymore.
Michelle Obama was the host of the show, and one of the questions was “What was my father’s name?,” and none of the contestants knew. Michelle had tears running down her face, saying that she had been married seven times, and I wondered how she had time for that. I was in the midst of admitting to everyone that I didn’t know we could use our phones to look up the answers, and then we switched locales to my old middle school.
I was talking to my teacher Mr. Miller about how even though I was a college graduate, I could never figure out how to finish high school, and I wasn’t going to worry anymore about going back. We decided to take a group picture with all the middle school students on the top of a hill, and I noticed a pair of my sunglasses was lying on the hill. I then accused a man and a woman who passed by behind us in a truck of stealing it from me. It turned out that the dealership had my truck all along.