I had a dream...

...and it was wierd,

Ex#2 called me (in the dream) and invited me to come out to her place. I was about to categorically turn this invite down . . .

Her: "I have a guest coming you'd want to meet."

Me: "Nobody this side of Barack Obama could get me out to your place."

Her: "So when can I expect you?

Me: "YGTBSM"

Her: "If you don't believe me, check CNN"

I check CNN. Damned if she isn't right.

Right on schedule, the Obamas and the Secret Service roll into Pleasant Grove, followed by the media. Yes, he's making my ex's rather modest digs there his Western White House.

So I meet them in person. I ride a motor scooter with the girls and the oldest of Ex#2's sons. The youngest is allowed to hook his XBox into the President's satellite uplink for broadband internet access. Ex#2's mom takes the First Lady shopping in Roseville. I check out the Secret Service agents, communications gear and the various ironmongery deployed to protect the President. I get interviewed to within an inch of my life by CNN, et al. I tell Fox News to shove it.

Then I wake up.