I'm in an army truck, after some apocalyptical disaster. I sit in the back, being thrown around whilst someone else drives...
then
I'm trying to get to see the president of the USA, who is being played by Martin Sheen (of course). I want to show him the DVD of Barack Obama that I have, and it's so important that he sees it that I begin to cry, but he walks off and as I struggle to eject the disc from the player in the oval office I turn and see him in an appalling false beard and he hasn't listened to anything I've said and is escaping from the white house to go and get stoned.
And then I wake up.
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