As he was applying bactine to my knee, I said, "I really have to thank you. I no longer wake up every morning with a feeling of dread about the leadership of my country."
And he leaned back on his heels and regarded me. "That's it? That's all? That's a bit apathetic. I'm glad you don't have dread. But what are you doing to help?"
And I woke up, thoroughly chastised by dream!Obama.
Hilariously, when I told everyone at work about this dream, they all felt chastised by dream!Obama as well.
My subconscious is a treacherous place, and one cannot be smug there. Or near it.