i dreamed about obama. i was on a flight some where, and looking out the windows the ground looked so cool, with neat patterns out of the fields and it was at night, so the lights looked awesome. then we went to land and it was pretty much a nose dive to the ground, but we landed with no problem. then suddenly i was in a car and i had to go to customs, because i was in vancouver. so i was waiting with my car and getting my luggage out, wondering how my car got there in the first place and how i was going to get it home again since i flew there. customs came and peeked in the car and said i could go. so i got in the car and they pointed the way to my hotel, but i took the wrong way, which was this skyway type road, very high off the ground but also very very narrow so if you turned just a tiny bit you’d fall off. i got to the hotel which was a casino and i checked in and went to the room. all the matresses of the 3 beds in the room were on the floor. i sat on one of them, and realized if i just thought about a certain kind of chair, that chair would appear in the room. then i got up to go to the bathroom and realized the room was all disheveled because someone was else was staying there. there were towels on the floor and underwear and bras hanging in the shower. so i was like, wtf, i gotta call the front desk. but instead i left and i ended up in another room, the presidential suite with obama. he was there all alone doing some work, so i sat down and we just chilled. then i realized, i was chillin with the president, so i txted all my friends LOL. we were talking, and i asked him where the secret service was, and he said they were outside guarding the door. but then how did I get in? then i said, “stupid question, but are we in vancouver” hahahaha, and he said yes. i realized that his room, especially for a presidential suite was really really small, smaller than the one i got which had 3 beds and furniture that would just appear. so we hung out, and i realized he is super cool so i txted my friends again about how cool obama was. finally left back to my room and remembered that i needed to call the front desk, so i did but the phones wouldn’t work.
and people need to get over the fact that michael phelps smokes(d) pot…seriously. NOT A BIG DEAL! everyone smokes pot at some point. did anyone really think a young rich kid, athlete or not, was going to not smoke pot? puh-lease. it should be made legal just so people can’t sit up on their high horse and look down upon things like this. it’s a non issue to me.