Dream

[nonionay]

It was one of those dreams where I was the main character and wasn't. In this case, Barack Obama. I think it was his first day of office. He was new, at any rate. And he assassinated a copier (the Doc 250, if anyone cares). But it was also a bed, and he/I had to clean up the bloody sheets and clothes afterwards. Not that there was any body to bleed. I'm pretty sure it was the machine's blood. There wasn't nearly as much blood as I feared. Immediately after, this somewhat hysterical lady (Linda Fiorentino, a la Men In Black) was there. She was at the same time, a "semi-pro" assassin like me/Obama, and completely ignorant of what was going on, and we had to hide things, even though she knew. I think she was investigating the crime scene. There were cookies everywhere, big soft, yummy ones like they have at Rudy's Pizza. They were evidence the crime was semi-pro. I took a bite out of one, realized how good it was, and stole them all!

Then the lady totally wanted to date me/Obama, and we had an argument about something philosophical, I think the few-for-the-many vs many-for-the-few debate.

Weirdest bit: shooting and calculating where the bullets would go: that one's going right through the toner cartridges, straight to it's innards! (And in real life, I would be totally wrong, because the drum cartridges are above those flimsy plastic toner cartridges, and would deflect any bullet.)