18 May 2008

129. Female Huckabee Fan In Ohio

I was Hillary and was unpacking to stay at an apartment-type hotel suite in an Eastern European country. I was wearing a pink Chanel suit with a skirt. I was screaming mad at my campaign staff, including Bill, because they couldn't find my pink patent leather shoes.

I think the dream happened because I was frustrated with my toddler while my husband is in the midst of his own campaign in local politics.

13 May 2008

128. Female Hillary Supporter Who Recently Stopped Sending Money

In my dream I see Hillary and I tell her I have been praying for her. She nods and smiles. I say, I pray for the best possible outcome. She snaps at me, Pray for me to win! I think it's kind of funny and I know she is tired and beaten down so I don't take offense.

127. Single Female Independent InWashington State

I was at a Hillary rally with an all-women audience. Hillary was on stage and we were chanting, We support you Hillary! We support you! over and over. Then we all grabbed our legs in agony. I felt a severe pain running from my right hip to my foot. Then it hit me that supporting Hillary was causing the pain, and I started to yell, I don't support you! I don't support you! hoping that pain would go away.

I woke up a little disoriented, my leg hurting for real.

08 May 2008

126. Female Nanny From New England

In the dream, I am sitting in one of the front pews of a church. The entire congregation is 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.

03 May 2008

125. 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.

28 April 2008

124. 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.

123. 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!

25 April 2008

122. 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.