Had a very interesting dream last night and the more I think about it the more I wonder. I was living in a small upstairs apartment with my brother, mom and dad. Barrack Obama came to visit with Michelle and was in need of my blood for a reason that I can not recall. I had already given my blood mixed with half water to the CIA upon his arrival from a wound that I already had. I was tasked to deliver a second blood sample before Barrack left. He resigned to watch NFL football with my dad while I spent the majority of the time looking for the proper implement to blood let with. A pin? A razor? Nothing seemed appropriate enough all the while the president waited until he had to leave and requested the blood.
Posted on: Wed, 04 Sep 2013 04:14:43 +0000
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