Better this present than a past like that; Back therefore to my darkening path again!
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In last night’s dream, I followed Obama and an elite group of politicians and soldiers through a command center and into an elementary school gym. Shortly into the presentation (we were just on standby during a pep rally[?]), the entertainment appeared: Lo and behold, it was one of our politicians! (who also happened to be Philip Seymour Hoffman)
In a shocking turn of events, Hoffman began throwing these odd balls of goo around the gym, and they began growing…into giant dildos. Grossly realistic ones, too, ranging from two to five feet in a variety of sizes and colors. They moved a bit like Weeble-Wobbles but definitely were headed, slowly but surely, to attack.
Hoffman is cackling amid a flying dong when Obama tears out, ripping off his military uniform a la Superman, only he’s wearing nothing underneath. Bare-ass naked, he begins ripping those dildos apart, but the split goo just keeps growing afresh. The kids are all cheering for their president. A rash on his bum is almost Obama’s undoing, for as he goes to scratch, the dong army attacks. He skillfully dodges but takes a heavy blow. This is enough to drive him into Hulk-mode, diving for Hoffman and disabling the commandildos. Ultimately, the children are evacuated, but neither Hoffman or Obama were ever found.
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