Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Tracting with Obama

Last night I had a really strange dream.  I dreamt (The editor is giving me a red line under 'dreamt', but I just googled it and it is considered correct, so deal with it.)(The editor also put a red line under 'googled'.  Oh well, moving on.) that I was a missionary again.  That is not particularly strange, it has been ten years since I was a missionary and I have at least 2 or 3 missionary dreams every year.

The strange part is that in the dream President Obama was my Mission President.  One can only assume that he joined the Church before becoming my Mission President.  However, he certainly didn't seem all that knowledgeable about the gospel.  Upon my arrival in the mission home, he wanted to go tracting (going door to door to share our gospel message) with me.  (My real Mission President never went tracting with me, but he would have been much better at it than Obama.)  At each door, he would tell me to knock and do the talking.  After the person answered, I would give my door approach: "Hi, I'm Elder Stockett and this is President Obama.  We'd like to share a message with you about Jesus Christ."  Then, President Obama would always follow up my door approach with, "I'm Barack Obama and I approve this message."



At first, I thought he was super clever.  What a brilliant thing to say, since we've all heard that line way too many times in commercials.  (When I woke up, I realized that I was the clever one since it was my dream.  Booyah!)  After a while it annoyed me.  I was like, "why don't you take a turn teaching once in a while?"

Despite his lack of teaching skills, I was still excited that I went tracting with the President of the United States.  I remember thinking that I really wanted to post of facebook that I was tracting with the POTUS.  But then I remembered that missionaries can't get on facebook.  I wrote a letter home that just said, "I'm tracting with the President of the US."  That's a missionary's version of a facebook status.

After that, the dream got even weirder, and one of the houses we knocked on turned into a restaurant where Mitt Romney was eating, but he was wearing a funny wig.  I'm sure wig wearing Romney would have been a better companion since he actually served a mission in France.  But, missionaries don't get to pick companions.

Okay, all you dream interpreters, what does this dream mean?  Personally, I think it means I've seen way too many political commercials recently.  But, it could also mean I ate something funny before I went to bed.  What do you think?

10 comments:

  1. Remember when I had a dream that I was doing synchronized swimming with Obama as my partner? Now, surely between those two dreams we can figure out what the message is we're supposed to be getting!

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    1. I hope so. I just wish I knew what synchronized swimming and tracting had in common.

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  2. What did you eat before you went to bed?

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    1. I had soup for dinner. I don't remember if I had any snacks. If I did, apparently they were awesome.

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  3. Dream interpreting time!

    Barrack Obama is your companion for the next 4 years, he's not one you would ever choose for yourself, but he's the one that's been assigned to you. It is up to you to still make good things happen, to utilize his abilities for yourself. He'll work with you the ways he knows how, but you still need to do most of the work.

    BOOM, you just got interpreted...for. Okay, doesn't work quite as well as "lawyered"

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    1. Wow, that was a surprisingly good interpretation. Good work!

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    2. I second Justin's interpretation.
      or maybe it was just the soup you had for dinner. :)

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  4. Along with Jusin's interpreting, While he's your companion he won't actually DO ANYTHING!! while he's doing nothing you will have to do all the work, In the mission field that would cause one to go insane and maybe start eating someone/something the really shouldn't be eatin. Now the Wigged Romney, wiggy romney? what's better there? ANYWHO, While being forced to work with your do nothing companion you will go and do your normal stuff and occasionally run into... I got nothing really... The wig it's important maybe a warning, BEWARE THE WIG!

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    1. I can't say that I had a companion that ever made me want to eat someone. Perhaps you caught the zombie virus in Florida?

      "Beware the wig!" I will definitely try to heed that warning.

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