I had a dream. An odd dream.

I had an odd dream the other day. Some of you might enjoy this more than others.

I was walking around a commercial district that appeared like the pedestrian plazas found downtown in Brazilian cities. Shops of every variety would line both sides of the streets limited to pedestrian traffic only. I was in such an area, but there really weren't a lot of people nearby. I don't think I ever took notice of being in Brazil, so I'm pretty certain that I wasn't. Just a familiar setting transported to a different continent in my brain.

I finally went into a store, and it turned out to be a record store and, as I would find out later in the dream, a used bookstore as well. This wasn't just any record store selling CDs and whatnot; from what I could tell, the selection was entirely made up of vinyl records. Also of note, and this is why the dream really stood out in my mind when I awoke, the store was owned and operated by Barack Obama. I ended up purchasing two classic Beatles albums, Rubber Soul and Revolver, albums I would definitely purchase if I came across them in vinyl format. I took my albums and left the store.

I later returned to the store, and this is when I noticed that it was also a used bookstore. I bought a couple books, but I don't think I ever read the titles. The dream ended soon after that because I had to get up and clean for my cleaning check.

I don't know if the dream means anything. I suspect that it doesn't, that it was pretty much entirely random, but I still find it interesting and unique. Take it for what you will. If you want to venture an interpretation, feel free to leave a comment. I'm actually hoping someone will try their hand at an interpretation. It could be very funny.