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.
