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  • Last night I dreamt I was at church with my family in Texas, and I had a dreadful feeling that the pastor was about to officially endorse Mitt Romney from the pulpit.

    Instead, Barack Obama showed up, and I got to meet him. I was embarrassed because I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. He wore a 3-piece suit.

    He told me I didn't need to feel embarrassed, and that I looked good. I started to cry while introducing myself, then he said "Your name is Will Rogers?!" I felt at ease, because I'm used to conversations starting that way.

    He walked me to the door of the building, and I did a backflip while saying goodbye. Then I did more flips in the parking lot, where there were large oak branches overhead.
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