New York Times columnist Judith Warner had a dream:

The other night I dreamt of Barack Obama. He was taking a shower right when I needed to get into the bathroom to shave my legs, and then he was being yelled at by my husband, Max, for smoking in the house. It was not clear whether Max was feeling protective of the president’s health or jealous because of the cigarette.

Inspired by the fact that a friend of hers enviously daydreamed about the Obamas’ idyllic marriage, she was inspired to ask her readers to e-mail her with their Obama dreams, fantasies, and envies.  The results are thoroughly depressing.

As Robert Stacy McCain so aptly put it: “And they sat WE’RE  ‘wingnuts.’ ” Granted, this can’t be attributed to a large portion of those who elected Obama . . . or can it?  How much does this go beyond the “cult of Obama” we’ve already seen displayed by the media and Obama’s supporters?  Not much, I think (emphasis mine):

Many women — not too surprisingly — were dreaming about sex with the president. In these dreams, the women replaced Michelle with greater or lesser guilt or, in the case of a 62-year-old woman in North Florida, whose dream was reported to me by her daughter, found a fully above-board solution: “Michelle had divorced Barack because he had become ‘too much of a star.’ He then married my mother, who was oh so proud to be the first lady,” the daughter wrote me.

There was some daydreaming too, much of it a collective fantasy about the still-hot Obama marriage. “Barack and Michelle Obama look like they have sex. They look like they like having sex,” a Los Angeles woman wrote to me, summing up the comments of many. “Often. With each other. These days when the sexless marriage is such a big celebrity in America (and when first couples are icons of rigid propriety), that’s one interesting mental drama.”

The sexless marriage is a big celebrity in America? What the hell is this lady reading?  I’m sure it’s a big celebrity in her circles.  Who in their right mind would want to hang out with such people? I guess this is what it means to be a sophisticate.

What really kills me about these self-obsessed neurotics is their need to normalize these bizarre fantasies:

“Like a lot of folks, I have anxiety about being outside of the Obama administration universe right now,” she then explained to me. “Even though I was at the ‘it’ ball of inauguration balls, I still felt like other balls were greener, or more purple, or with credentials completely out of my control — more young. I really feel like I’m scrambling internally … to deserve Obama cred and all I’ve got is this over-my-head wonder for the man that amounts to being an Obama girl.”

Anxiety? Get a life, lady!  I’ll bet this Washington woman has not a single friend or colleague that voted for John McCain.  But that doesn’t stop other caccooned eastern urban liberal elitists from criticising Republicans as being isolated from real people, and I’m sure it doesn’t stop her.

Ed Driscoll notes the double standard employed by those who find Obama to be “one of them.”

Donald Douglas at American Power notes some sanity in the comments to Warner’s piece.  My favorite among the comments I read:

Do you ever write about non-neurotic people or do they not exist in your universe?

It’s worth checking out Gawker’s post about this just for the illustration they use.

UPDATE: Ed Driscoll links.  Thanks! (Especially since I has posted without a title.  Corrected.)