"The other night I dreamt of Barack Obama. He was taking a shower...and then he was being yelled at by my husband...for smoking in the house..."
Oh, um, smoking, was he? And in the house, too!
Well. No doubt in this case the cigar was only a cigar. But continuing:
"I launched an e-mail inquiry...Many women...were dreaming about sex with the president...There was some daydreaming too, much of it a collective fantasy about the still-hot Obama marriage. 'Barack and Michelle Obama look like they have sex. They look like they like having sex,' a Los Angeles woman wrote to me, summing up the comments of many [emphasis added]. 'Often. With each other'...
"One woman wrote that when she couldn’t get to sleep at night, she 'lay in bed and thought about...Barack and Michelle...spooning together in bed...'
"Another Washington woman, a global health care consultant...'dreamed [she] was an Obama girl. I had a chance to be in the same room with him for the first time. There were dark velvet chairs and he was standing there with all this dark and mist around him. His lips so purple and sensuous as if to be otherworldly...I moved gently toward him...”
Believe it or not, it gets worse.
Sometimes I just have to pinch myself to be sure that all this is really happening.