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May 23, 2012

Dreams of Obama - The Neurotic Edition


I know you want to know about how things are going with Geek Rebel. I’ve sat down to offer an update on several occasions, only to give up after deciding what I’d written was entirely uninteresting to anyone but….well, anyone. 

Basically, I’m happy. We’re chugging along. Occasionally he’ll do or say something that triggers in me a shitload of baggage from relationships past. Or I’ll trigger something from his past. We’re almost 40 – it’s expected. But we always end the unpleasantness with a calm, thoughtful conversation about what happened, each taking some portion of the blame and coming out of the conversation a little closer to each other. No shouting, maybe a few tears (from me, more than I’d prefer). I think that’s how it’s supposed to work, right? Who the fuck knows. The point is, we’re good. What else do you need to know?

But tonight I write after spending my evening with some terrific company, the women of the Slate DoubleX podcast. (I spend a lot of time hanging out with the Slate writers and editors – at least in my earbuds—and they make the best company for long dog walks, household chores and commutes to work. Check out Slate's podcasts. I'm just discovering DoubleX, but what I've heard so far has been excellent. My favorites are the Culture Gabfest and Spoiler Special. Basically, if Dana Stevens is there, you're golden.)

On this particular podcast, the women were discussing an excerpt from a new Obama biography that was recently published in Vanity Fair. The excerpt focused primarily on college-age Obama as boyfriend material, using letters exchanged between young Barry and several girlfriends. If you’d asked me yesterday what I wanted to know most about Obama, I would have answered something along the lines of, what kind of boyfriend would he be?

I started having dreams about being Barack's mistress during the last presidential campaign. Note that I didn’t call them "sex dreams." I wish my subconscious would grant me some respite from my everyday neuroses. Nope. In this reoccurring dream I’m his mistress -- and Michelle knows all about me.

I love Michelle. Even more, I love watching Barack and Michelle together. That's what inspired me to wonder (perhaps fantasize) about him as a romantic partner in the first place. From this side of things, he looks pretty damn good.

Unfortunately, I never get the chance to find out. In my dreams, our romance is merely implied. You see, the Barack of my dreams respects women. He wouldn’t have some hussy tucked away in a brownstone. If he were going to have an affair, it would be a with a woman he respected. Therefore, I attended public functions. I went on family vacations. If anyone asked, they would say I was a good friend of the family. I was expected to interact with Michelle and the girls accordingly, and they the same with me.  Under any other circumstance, I would relish the chance to hang out with the Obama girls --but not while playing the part of the home wrecker.

It’s a miserable, stressful night sleep. I agonize over what the girls thought of me or how much my presence might be hurting Michelle. And deep down I dread the moment when someone in the press corps finally thinks to ask, “Wait, who is that white girl again?”

I’ve had this dream several times and I suspect I might be in for another soon. But maybe, just maybe, some of what I heard on the podcast today will seep in to my clearly self-loathing subconscious and give me a taste of what sounds exactly like the kind of guy I would’ve wanted to crawl all over in my early 20s: overly intellectual and overcompensating as only a young, male Ivy Leaguer can be, but also the kind of guy who lounges around on a Sunday morning doing the New York Times crossword puzzle while shirtless and draped in a sarong. Yeah, it’s documented. 

As Liz Lemon would say, I Want To Go To There. 

By the way, I'm not the only one who dreams of Obama, as evidenced by the blog, I Dream of Barack: Real Dreams People Have of Barack Obama (apparently now defunct, with a new site, I Dream of Obama, on the horizon).

Dismissed. Good dreams to all!

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, this is fascinating. If I knew more about yr family, DT, I might be able to come up w. an interpretation. And if I didn't have a writing deadline (when don't I?) I might be able to come up w. something even knowing nothing at all about yr fam. Alas, or maybe luckily, I don't have the time or info. OH WAIT just a bit: the president -- any pres -- in one's dreams is (they say) one's own father. So (duh) this is a somewhat oedipal dream...Barack & Michelle are the 'parents' of all of us in dream language.. Now, you who know more about yr fam might try to figure out why yr new relationship w. GR appears to have triggered these dreams. I think they're related to him, or rather this new relationship activates certain feelings in you that led to this dream. You never comment on yr blog comments, but perhaps you could write a new post and interpret this dream. BTW I am usually able to interpret my own dreams pretty soon after I wake up, though I haven't had any this rich in a while. AFN. No charge.
Mimi

Anonymous said...

I've never seen a president who so many people project their fondest desires on, while he fulfills none of them.

I can't tell the difference between Obama and Bush. Same policies essentially. Except when Obama does the same things, no one criticizes.