...that I was received by Barack and Hillary. In the internal logic of the dream, it was the most self-evident fact that the two should be together. I'm not sure if they were running mates or what. I don't think they had been elected yet but there was energy in the air, a feeling of a rest before a final push. It brought back memories (internally to the dream, obviously) of long fraternal evenings at cafe tables in civil rights days, of summer gatherings at Lennart Meri's house, back when the Estonian state was young.
I was underdressed for the occasion -- in fact I had missed a sleeve -- but it didn't seem to matter. We rapped and reasoned on matters. It felt like I was talking to my resident advisor in a dorm, except the space had high ceilings and was clearly a reception area.
One thing that struck me was that the dream-Barack had zero tolerance for even a hint of adulation and fawning.
I don't know where this stuff comes from, and certainly I have not made as much as a dream-endorsement, but I awoke feeling fresh and invigorated.