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I was in a supermarket row, and suddenly I see Obama enter.
Everybody knows he is important, so we let him buy what he needed first.
He had to give a speech half an hour later on the avenue next to the supermarket.
After buying all he needed, I see him secretly drop his harmonica on the box for products that people put in the supermarkets carts but finally did not decide to buy.
In my dream, Obama had become a very popular politician because of his love for the harmonica.
And that act, meant that it was all a lie, that he does not like to play the harmonica, that he does not love it.
So I got all desperate, and started thinking, I have to tell Hillary, Obama is a lier and he will win!
Before getting out of the supermarket, a black lawyer enters and threatens me, he tells me I should not tell anyone because it is blackmailing and I can go to jail.
I dont care. So, I grab the harmonica, and go find Hillary, I don`t need to go far because she also enters the supermarket. I give her the harmonica and tell her, Go tell the people it was all a lie, they will abandon Obama and vote for you! Hillary says she will do just that.
I stay in the supermarket waiting for the result only to discover that Obama and Hillary had made some kind of deal, Hillary would be his vice president, and Hillary told no one about the Obama and his harmonica.
Then I go home, the phone rings, and they tell me I had been fired from my job because I had blackmailed Obama.
Then I wake up and I need a couple of minutes to realize that I had not been fired.
Cultural imperialism invades my dreams
Everybody knows he is important, so we let him buy what he needed first.
He had to give a speech half an hour later on the avenue next to the supermarket.
After buying all he needed, I see him secretly drop his harmonica on the box for products that people put in the supermarkets carts but finally did not decide to buy.
In my dream, Obama had become a very popular politician because of his love for the harmonica.
And that act, meant that it was all a lie, that he does not like to play the harmonica, that he does not love it.
So I got all desperate, and started thinking, I have to tell Hillary, Obama is a lier and he will win!
Before getting out of the supermarket, a black lawyer enters and threatens me, he tells me I should not tell anyone because it is blackmailing and I can go to jail.
I dont care. So, I grab the harmonica, and go find Hillary, I don`t need to go far because she also enters the supermarket. I give her the harmonica and tell her, Go tell the people it was all a lie, they will abandon Obama and vote for you! Hillary says she will do just that.
I stay in the supermarket waiting for the result only to discover that Obama and Hillary had made some kind of deal, Hillary would be his vice president, and Hillary told no one about the Obama and his harmonica.
Then I go home, the phone rings, and they tell me I had been fired from my job because I had blackmailed Obama.
Then I wake up and I need a couple of minutes to realize that I had not been fired.
Cultural imperialism invades my dreams
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