I was in a large building with busy people. At the end of the corridor I see a private jet and the president of my country is sitting in it smiling at me and his wife is with him. My ex-colleague called Lisa is sitting opposite the presidents wife. I run back for my carry on luggage (a gold suitcase) and a small handbag and I board the jet. Lisa and the president’s wife are is eating chicken breasts in sauce and green beans. The president asks me what tools I have and I say that I am a stylist and asks if I can give him a haircut in the jet or at State house(the official residence) and I say State house. Its like the jet lands and we find ourselves running through a street holding hands with the president and the street has hundreds of children different ages to teenage wearing dark blue school uniform. They don’t recognize us but are chattering excitedly waiting to see the president. We run right between them with him holding my hand. We find a group of teachers counting money as they wait for the president and one teacher gives the president an empty cassette case and he begins to laugh and dance and I dance with him. Then I wake up.