Crap! I woke up before the actual dinner. But I saw the president as he walked past me (outside, dark, a city square). he pointed and waved. Indicated he had a big surprise for me...then I went into the restaurant to pre-order (weird, I know--but it's a dream--) my drink. Crowded, loud, yet a nice sort of loud.
I think our dreams continue after we wake up. So I did have dinner with POTUS, I just don't remember it; but I believe I will remember it, because I also think our dreams are eternal, and can be accessed at any time.
The president's attitude as he stepped past me, was that something big and wonderful was in store; I mean beyond the whole having dinner with the President of The United States thing.
I have always had a fascination with the American Presidency. I tried to write stories when I was very young, stories about presidents. I had no idea how to proceed though, beyond this sense that I knew or remembered what it's like to be POTUS. Whenever I would see the president, or pictures of the White House, particularly the Oval Office, there would always be this twinge of recognition.
The brilliant mind is complicated. Complex, multi-layered, highly nuanced. It is both blessed and cursed with the ability to see all sides of a given issue. Capable of soaring arrogance and sweeping visionary concern for others, the brilliant--the great--mind is always second-guessed.
From the outside, the brilliant mind may appear to be indecisive, while in reality, it probably is struggling with all the different angles and shades it sees. It has to weigh everything: hold this up to the light, cast that down to earth to get a good look at it. Nothing is black & white to the astounding and beautiful mind of which I speak.
I've actually dreamed before of dining with presidents. I suppose we all have.
No, dreams do not end simply because we wake up. I think even the waking up is really but another phase of a greater dream. We only dream that we awoke. The president and I sat for hours, talking about his faith, and my quirky beliefs...after my second Guinness, I told him not only do I believe in reincarnation, but I'm pretty sure I was President Eisenhower...