10-1-11

I'm part of an entourage that is following President Obama around. He has a little boy (unlike the girls he has in reality) and we are going to a meeting. We enter an establishment that looks almost deserted with a dining area in the front and a room downstairs on the right. Being near the end of the line, we lose track of the president. His little boy runs to us and we wonder "where's the president?"

Some go ahead and announce they can't find him. Panic ensues. I look down the stairs and the lights are off in what looks like a weight room with equipment but no one in sight.

I go outside with the boy and say breathlessly that we lost track of the president. We hear a scream. We look back inside in the entrance hall and a man with brown skin who has just come out of a door is at first mistaken for Obama. He is bleeding and holding his head and chaos erupts. Someone else says "it's not him!" Then we are panicking because we fear something awful has happened to the president.

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