Dreaming Of Obama...

Last night, something really weird happened. It was so weird, I wanted to blog about it.


The American President, Barack Obama, somehow got into my dreams! I was so surprised to see him! I said, "Hey, I saw you becoming President of America - what are you doing here?"

He turned to me. "I know you!" he exclaimed. "You're the creator of American Boys, aren't you?" To which I replied, "Yes."

I knew about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, so I asked, "You trying to save America from the oil?" He nodded sadly. "I'm doing my best to save the American people from the disaster. But it may take a few months, because it's very big."

He smiled at me, and I smiled back. "Thanks, Mr. President," I said. Then everything went black, and I woke up. I looked around the room, and at my sister, who was asleep. "It was just a dream," I thought to myself. I shrugged, and went back to sleep.

It was a strange dream, but it means two things. First, Obama is saving America from the oil. Second, I'm following him. Because he's my hero.