Don’t mix dreams and politics

I dreamed Barack Obama was at this local meeting I went to. I think I was a member of the press or something. When I stood up to address him, I called him "Mr. Bush," and I was all, "Sorry, I didn't mean that," and then I did it again! Strange. And then later, he was walking with me through Georgetown and I was telling him that he's really got to push the issue of creating a global unit of currency, and I was telling him that's the way to erase poverty. He was telling me I needed to focus more in environmental issues, to which I said, "I know, I have to, Mr, Bush. Oops, sorry. My entire generation has grown up knowing we have inherited a world in environmental crisis." Uh huh.