I’ve been hearing a lot lately about people dreaming about Obama or the election more generally. Golden Boy, my partner, has had several Obama dreams. I was kidding him about how strange it was that anyone would dream about a presidential candidate — even one that he feels so passionately about. Then, I had my own Obama dream.

I dreamt that Golden Boy and I were good friends with Barack and Michelle, and we saw them again after a long time; I walked up to give my good friend Barack a hug but when I wrapped my arms around him, I realized I only came up to about his waist. I looked up at his towering torso and head far above my own and I said, “Barack, you’ve gotten so tall!”

I love how my none-too-subtle subconscious is trying to capture my feelings about Obama through the imagery of a massive Obama, with me as a child-like figure next to him, looking up admiringly — feeling simultaneously a close kinship with him and an acute sense of awe.

I’ve got my fingers very tightly crossed for the next ten days