recorded for posterity:

I dreamt that President Obama sat on the foot of my bed and chatted with me about the Avengers movie, Mercedes Lackey's Velgarth books, and how terrible the crossover of the two would be. And then the power went out, so he went to call his wife (from his cell) to see if she had power in her part of town and suddenly I was in a large department store where taichara was grumpily making donairs on a grill that was somehow part of the checkout lane, which I then had to clean, which meant teriyakibroth had nobody to distract my mother from forcing her to try on clothes for a ridiculously long time.

Pretty sure before that there was a huge house wherein I know there were Avengers, but I could only hear them from other rooms, and also I got locked out and it rained and terrorists attacked. Actually I think the terrorist attack is somehow related to how I wound up meeting Obama.

He was pretty cool.

we want your pants

and we want our revenge