I went up to Hillary Clinton and said, Thank you for running, it means a lot to us. She rolled her eyes in this weird way so that I couldn’t tell if she was rolling her eyes because she was moved by what I said and was trying not to cry, or if she was rolling her eyes in the Bitch, please, I know you like Barack sense.
So in the dream I turned to my mother and asked her opinion. I don’t know, my mother said, but she has beautiful skin up close. And she did, too.
Barack Obama hadn’t been seen in a few days, and all the commentators were wondering where he was and why he wasn’t out campaigning. Then suddenly he shows up at a Clinton rally, and he’s campaigning for her all of a sudden. He gives this great speech about how excited he is to be on Hillary’s side. I turn to the people I’m with and ask, Did she brainwash him?
My question, Where’s the site about the Ron Paul dreamers?