I had a dream I was President Obama’s Vice President.  He had just been reelected, except it was a giant inauguration like when he first got elected.  While we are sitting in front of the Capitol Building the First Lady is rushed off stage and down a tunnel.  A few seconds later Obama decides he should go too, and I stay to see what’s going on.

Everyone is either ducking behind a small stone wall or running away.  I don’t hear any gunshots but it seems like people are hiding from a sniper.  I’m looking around but can see anything.  I start crawling around behind some small siderails and all sorts of politicians are screaming and hiding.  I see Secret Service men running by in a large group.  They see me crouched down behind a wall and I hear one say “There’s the VP.  What a joke.  I wonder why he was chosen to be Vice President.”

I took that moment to think about it myself.  Was it for the youth vote?  I didn’t know.  I thought, in my dream, that like most jobs in the world, I wasn’t bad at it.  I actually was stepping up to the responsibility I was going to have as Vice President.  I wouldn’t be a bad Vice President, I’d be good at it.  At the same time I wondered if everyone thought that, and wondered why I was really picked.  Despite being ready and knowing I’d be good at it, I felt inadequate and like I was a joke.