a visit to the white house

sadly this dream was not as detailed as the last one.  this dream involved me walking up to the white house wearing normal clothes but i had with me a staff of some kind.  about shoulder high and made out of a dull grayish very light weight metal.  it was perfectly straight and round.

im walking through the grounds and come to a guarded door.  they are obviously tense and unhappy with me.  i am very calm and tell them i want to talk with the president.  they become agitated and make sure i know the guns pointed at my face are loaded and cocked.

i simply sigh and tell them they had better just get it over with and shoot me.  they look at each other and hesitate for a moment.  then i make a sudden step towards the nearest of the two and they open fire.  there is instantly a visible and luminescent shield that appears around me.  all of the bullets seem to fizzle into a bit of smoke on contact with the barrier around me.  my staff of metal now matching the luminescence and color of the shield.

the bullets stop and the smoke clears, they are dumbfounded and i give them an unenthusiastic smile.  i assure them that there is nothing they can do to remove me from the grounds and that they had better go inform their superiors to be prepared for my entry.

one of them departs into the doorway while the other starts yammering on his walkie talkie.  with in seconds im surrounded by unfriendly faces with unpleasant looking weapons pointed in my direction.  i simile again but genuinely this time.  "another demonstration perhaps?" and i begin to let my staff glow.  everyone gets nervous.  "the first one to pull a trigger will most likely wish they... " before i finish there is a barrage of bullets hurling themselves into my shield.  i let it continue for a moment before cocking my head to the side slightly, igniting their weapons into red hot scrap metal.  more than a few decided not to let go of their guns fast enough and as a result, now had angry looking burns.  "right, so can we move on now gentlemen?" i say with raised eyebrows.

the next scene takes place in a slightly dimmed room with a long table in the center.  seated around it are a dozen men that look as though ive just spit in their coffee.  there is a hostile silence.  the first to speak up was a indistinguishable man in a blue suit "what is your name and why have you come?"

"my name is not important and ive come to have a chat with who ever is in charge here.  i assume that would be the president and some of the people in this room?"  they didnt seem to like that answer very much.  many started asking, shouting and demanding all at once.  suddenly and with what looked like great strength i threw my staff at the center of the table.  before it made contact though it had turned into a vicious looking and immensely large sword.  it made a loud noise at it stuck into the table. it surprised everyone back into silence.  the sword was completely white and glowing and everyone in the room stared openly at it.  for a moment they seemed stunned.

"im afraid things are going to change here gentlemen weather you like it or not.  the sooner you all get used to the idea the better."  it was obvious no one liked that comment either.  they all stood up at once, taking a step away from the unnatural glowing sword but soon began again to demanding answers.  in an instant i was frustrated, impatient and angry.  the sword flew out of the table, turned back into a staff while in mid air and found its way back into my hand.  with a continued almost fluid motion, i spun and positioned my self to strike the underside of the table.  on contact it burst into a host splinters making a deafening noise.  "Enough!" i bellowed.

the final scene was from inside the oval office.  the president, along with a small handful of others were present.  the room was tense but tempers were controlled.  "i came to make friends mr.president, not to pick fights and bust up your furniture.  are you my friend or are you my enemy?"  i said calmly.  the president rubbed his eyes for a moment.  "if what you say is true,.. than i am your friend." he said.  "well im glad to hear that" i said, with a small smile.  everyone seemed to breath a bit easier then.  "what is it you want exactly?" a gray haired man in a black suit, standing against the wall asked.

"i have a task to perform and a work to accomplish." i said firmly.

"i see.." the president said raising an eyebrow.  "you still havent told us your name."

"as i said, its not important, but you can call me friend, or master." i said with my mind wondering.

"master?" he almost choked, trying to decide if he should let out a laugh.  "why master?" he asked grinning.

looking him full in the face, but without emotion i respond.
"because i have mastered a power you can not begin to understand."

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and then i wake up, to a txt message and an uncomfortable bladder.