I had a dream Barrack Obama was on my treasure hunting team. There were five of us, and we wore matching shirts. I don’t know who the other members were. Obama was the fearless leader of the group. Someone left our jeep in neutral, and it rolled into the river we were near. The jeep sunk straight to the bottom and was covered with stones and sand. I couldn’t see it when I peered into the river. It was as if the river swallowed it whole. I wanted to panic, but Obama kept us all calm and hopeful.