Obama Comes to Visit Me

I'm not real clear on "how" Obama got to my place; I just know he was there and that I was busy working away. My memory is a bit vague, but it seems that I was busy wiping up some kind of liquid that had spilled on the floor. He was perched on a high stool, his legs splayed, when he found an old hymnal (in Portuguese) and said, "I remember the "Harpa Cristã", and got up, went to the piano and started playing and singing a hymn. It's strange that I never interacted with him. My dream faded away at that point. Too bad. I missed out entirely on an opportunity to engage the president of the United States!