I had a dream that I met the Obamas at my office.
They were seated in theater seats watching some performance while I stood next to them running a postage meter.
Michelle was beautiful and I stared at her. She smiled back, friendly. I leaned over and whispered, "Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," she said.
"How many pairs of false eyelashes are you wearing?"
She burst into guffaws. "Twelve!!!!"