When Dreams Speak Everyone who dreams, has the occasion to dream lucid real-life dreams. I had such a dream last night about an opportunity to tell Obama to get out of my home, to get his dufuss companion and get out. It was a dream where my hands did not work well, so I could not make a fist to strike the dufuss he had there lying for him, or get hold of him. I was, however, able to shove them out the door, to his waiting secret service agents, and instead of a limo, he had an old ghetto cruiser pimpmobile. But in the dream I had the chance to really call him a liar of liars, traitor, narcissistic, schizophrenic, Muslim communist, evil madman whose ideologies, and agenda is set on destroying this nation, at which his dufuss said I was surely a cracker racist. I guess God allowed this dream to happen to release all the built up frustration and fretting over this mi...