Obama

I am at my mom's old townhouse. It is falling apart, but she has company: Michelle and Barack Obama. I stopped by before catching a plane. The state of the house is upsetting, but we all settle down to watch a movie. The movie has satanic undertones, and there are various sequences that make little sense. As the movie draws to a close Michelle says we have to stop the movie, rewind it and start it again, so that we can catch all the clues along the way. I immediately pipe up that we don't have time to do that. I have a plane to catch and these are my last minutes with my family. She becomes rude, and we begin to argue back and forth. She can't believe I have the gall to treat a guest this way, and I can't believe a guest has the gall to act like such an entitled ass. In the end, I leave the room and the argument. I begin to renovate the house. In the kitchen there are piles of dishes and food. I call in a crew and everything is cleaned up and updated. When I return the cabinets are all white and everything is new. The window dressing, in the window above the sink, is beautiful but put on wrong. I begin to try to unravel one layer of fabric, but the more I unravel, the more confused I become about the purpose of the curtains. They are twisted and jumbled.
I make my way to the powder room on the first floor. I remember that the wallpaper, now old and cracking, was leftover from the VP's own DE bathroom. It is pretty in its soft hues and gentle flower embellishment, but it looks like it is cowering there on the wall. I begin to peel it to reveal the wall beneath.
My old bedroom is transported to an airport gate. I see a ton of people awaiting flights. One person is an old acquaintance, she does her best to ignore me. She moves around frantically arranging and rearranging her luggage.
The scene changes and I am walking, alone, down a windy road. On either side there are deep forests. A car comes up behind me. The passengers remind me of the bad guys in Goonies. They laugh maniacally. Night is coming and I am suddenly scared. There is no place to seek refuge. There is nowhere to hide if anyone should want to hurt me. I find a deep swale not far from the road and I lie down inside it and cover myself with leaves. I pray that no one finds me.