Last night I dreamt I was walking through a big mansion (which turned out was the White House, though it didn't resemble it) and stopped to admire the ballroom. I started play-waltzin around they way kids do, with my arms up for an imaginary partnet. Other people came onto the floor and started dancing, too. Everone was wearing business casual. Several people, men and women, tried to get me to dance with them, but I kept avoiding their arms and doing my own thing. I knew there was a really hottie on the way, and I didn't want to be dancing with anyone else (job search metaphor?).

Then it turned out I was the president's daughter (not Dubya, just one of those presidents like they have in the movies, where is doesn't resemle anyone IRL). The First Lady was getting on my case about the fact that I was sleeping late everyday, and I told her that since I din't have anything to do in the mornings, I was fine. Then she started trying to talk me into becoming a dentist or a legislator.

The next thing I know, I'm surfing down a sandy mountain trying to avoid a whole bunch of dentists, who also happen to be Imperial Storm troopers from Star Wars. They are everywhere. (I am watching it from a 3rd person camera perspective, but I am also the person I am watching.) The Storm Troopers are everywhere, and shooting at me.

Suddenly, I (the president's daughter, but also Luke Skywalker) stumble over a downed ST, and also a C3PO style robot. Somehow I am switched into the ST outfit for a disguise. In my mind, I know that this happened once before, and that that time I had been put into the body of the robot, and had then been blinded. I didn't want to get blinded, so I got up and took off down the side of a hill, ignoring the alien/demon-looking guy who thought I was a real Storm Trooper and wanted to help or talk to me.

When I got to the bottom of the hill, I hid behind some bleachers that happened to be standing in the middle of a field. When I was sure that no one was following me, I ran out across the field (which was the vacant lot next to my childhood home) and into the back entrance of the "White House". (Unlike many dreams, I was actually able to run when I ran, with only a little resistance.)

I went in the door to the White House basement, where the Secret Service agents scolded me for running off like that.