Female Nanny From New England

I am sitting in one of the front rows of a church. We are expectant, waiting for something to happen. Then Hillary emerges in front of the pulpit. She is wearing a beautiful purple robe and is looking very queenly and goddess-like. An entourage of smiling people surround her and place a glittering, radiant crown on her head.

San Francisco Woman Partial To Obama

I was renting a place and the plumbing in the bathroom had multiple leaks and was flooding. I was contemplating calling the landlord when Hillary Clinton appeared at my door with a group of people, including Sen. Dianne Feinstein.

I began to make casual conversation with Hillary, but she wasn't listening or acknowledging me. She was smiling, but seemed very robotic. I didn't like her much at that moment. On the other hand, Sen. Feinstein was being too friendly, hugging me close (she was very tall in the dream) to her old-lady brocade jacket. I felt uncomfortable at this personal space violation. Ultimately, they all went into a back room to have a meeting, excluding me.

I was anxious that if any of them had to use to the bathroom during the meeting, they would encounter the leaky plumbing.

Professor Of History In Boston

I was in a poker game -- seven card stud -- with Hillary Clinton. She was the bettor, each round betting the maximum of $5, though the chips were in the form of hard balls of congealed metal. Working on a flush draw, I called each time she bet. On the final round, with an open pair on her board, she bet again, and though I figured she might have a full house, I called, thinking I had a flush (ace high). She claimed to have a flush (six high), but then showed several different colored trinkets, which she insisted was in fact a flush. I turned over my cards, which contained four spades -- which somehow were supposed to be blue -- with a fifth made up of bluish pages from the Boston Globe advertising section. Clinton refused to accept the hand as a (higher) flush, and took the pot.

Ordained Female Interfaith Minister In California

I'm attending a fundraising dinner at work. Hillary arrives at the very end and wows us all. She is personable and friendly, but I wonder, Why is Hillary Clinton here?

Then everything ends and we begin cleaning up. Hillary jumps in and takes out the trash, then starts putting away the folding chairs. I am very impressed that she is doing this "dirty work."

At last she takes me aside and says very earnestly, I'm so sorry you had to deal with all that harassment stuff at your work. (I recently left a job due to a hostile work environment.)

She spoke in such a genuine and honest way, holding my shoulders and looking into my eyes. I was deeply touched by this, both in the dream and as I remember the feeling now.

Female Journalist In New York

I was interviewing Hillary for a feature article, and I was really excited about the story and all the details I was getting. I was structuring the story in my head as I talked to her. I also interviewed some other people, and one of them told me that a little-known fact about Hillary is that she likes to make dirty jokes, and in particular she likes puns on the word hymen. I thought, That's the first paragraph in my story! Then, at the end of my interview with Hillary, I asked her where she would be during the upcoming weekend. She said, This weekend, hymen New York!

Man Who Is A Hillary Supporter

I was on a plane, and for some reason, was carrying a tiny action figure of Hillary. Then the plane started barreling downwards. We were in free fall. I held on tight to the seat ahead of me until we hit the ground.

The next thing I knew, I was on the ground at the site of a terrible plane crash. People were strewn everywhere. The action figure of Hillary was on the ground next to me in pieces. I picked up all the pieces.

Then I was in a shabby office where apparently I was working for Hillary, only she looked more like it was 1993 than 2008. She was working in her office when I came to show her I had put the action figure of her back together. She seemed pleased. Referring to that and the Pennsylvania primary, I told her, That's the second time we've brought you back from the dead this week!

We laughed.

I went to give her a hug, but her mood immediately changed. I don't do hugs, she said coldly. I was suddenly very angry and embarrassed. Her tone was incredibly rude. I thought, Well, if she's going to be like that, I'll just vote for Obama!

It was a strange thing. I remember that she was not only younger in my dream, but incredibly thin.

38-Year-Old Married Man With Three Daughters

I was chasing Hillary Clinton down a sidewalk. She was dressed in a pantsuit and was frequently looking over her shoulder at me. It was not that she was afraid of me. Rather, the conversation was over and Hillary was signaling that she didn't want to talk with me anymore, meaning I should really hurry up and try to catch her -- which is what I did.

Then Hillary and I were talking face to face. I had taken a hold of her shoulders in a kind of pleading way, but I might also have been pressing her up against a brick wall that suddenly appeared. It's unclear.

I gave Hillary a rehash of the dialog that's been in my head for the last two weeks or so, which is that Barack Obama is the most exciting political candidate the Democratic Party has seen in 40 years, and that instead of getting behind him, Hillary (and the party) were tearing him down and dragging him through the mud, destroying his chances of winning. At one point I looked right into her eyes and said, He grew up poor. I mean truly poor, at which point Hillary broke eye contact and looked off in a peevish kind of way that said to me that she knew I was right, but that she couldn't be bothered.

I woke up feeling stricken, which is how I felt when I went to bed. But the dream was still cathartic in a way that I can't explain. I feel more at peace today.

Female College Student In New York

I'm looking at photos of Bill and Hillary from way back when. They're both only wearing underwear and they're in a dorm room with another couple only in underwear. Bill is sitting up and Hillary is lying next to him. She's staring blankly. She's really stoned.

In my dream, as in life, I support Obama, but looking at those pictures makes me like Hillary more than I had. I feel like once upon a time, she had fun. Then I am talking to my mom and she says it's too bad that women get uglier with age and men get more attractive.