pretty good
I met him on some private jet party thing that I got on somehow. Idk how bc the dream started on the plane. I kept trying to be near him the whole time but I didn't say anything and he didn't acknowledge me.
Then when the plane lands, everyone goes separate ways, and I'm walking thru the airport this guy says to come w/him bc barack wanted to see me. He took me to the hotel in a black car, took me up to the suite, opened the door for me, and left.
Obama was nice. He had these really obscure pills that make you trip balls. He had them prescribed to him tho like in the orange pharmacy bottle. That was all we had though. Those and water. There were snacks and stuff in the suite in the kitchen but we didn't have any.
We just tripped balls, drank water, and he fucked me. It was really nice.