Last Night's Dream

Last night's dream went as follows:

My friends and I are in the apartment when there's a knock at the door. It's Barack Obama. He explains that he's trying to get more in touch with the people by stopping by houses at random and hanging out with whomever's inside. We all try to act nonchalant about this to make him feel more comfortable.
Obama goes into the kitchen and decides to show us a recipe he has for a tasty treat. He puts frosted wafer cookies in a pot over a heated stove and starts mixing them around. He tells us, "We need sprinkles." I frantically rummage through the cabinets and offer to go out and buy them from a nearby store but he says that isn't necessary even though he continues to stress the importance of the sprinkles. I do find some old sprinkle canisters on the top shelf but they rot and turn gray when I pour them into my hand to check for freshness.
Obama then tries to tell us something but his speech slows and slurs, I think he's having a stroke. Ends up he's just sleepy and goes to my room for bed. It's only 7:45pm but we all decide that it must be very tiring being President.

the End.