Warning: Bizarre.

I will make it short.
My mother, father, sister, a bunch of other folks, and myself were at some sort of rally where mccain supporters and obama supporters had gathered to listen to the last speeches before the new president was announced.
This place is a huge arena.. I mean HUGE. It was like a football arena, except the bottom of it was full of water, and McCain and Obama were standing on the bottoms of the bleachers facing us all.
Obama was getting the crowd all riled up, people were clapping in unison, it was like a party. Suddenly, Obama's two children, a girl and boy, around 3 or 4 years old come running down the stairs towards Obama, happily. This was planned, to make the crowd do the whole "awwwww" thing.
For some reason though, I sensed disaster at seeing this. Disaster and for some reason GREAT compassion for McCain. When I started feeling this, I noticed Obama's son start tripping up over his own feet, and began toppling down the stairs. He collided with his sister, and they both began falling, and falling. It was terrible seeing these two kids hitting their heads on the bleachers, ricochetting off of the ground and plummeting into the water below. The crowd let out a loud "GASP" as Obama plunged into the water after his children who were floating on their stomachs in the water.
You know how at football games the crowd grows silent when a player is injured? Then they clap when he walks off the field seeing that he'll be okay? Well this is what happened. Except there was no clapping.
Everything was dead silent.
Obama emerges from the water carrying two lifeless children and places them on the ground. He kneels next to them, stone cold silent.
It was
dead silent.
Things are foggy around here, but this is basically what happens next.
The children are taken away, and the water disappears. The crowd is now listening to the most amazing speech I have ever heard in my life. This speech is about death and recovery, and it is being given by no other but John McCain. He is so sincere and honest, and tears are swelling up in the corners of his eyes. The crowd is shocked at his show of honesty and his speech. I can't remember any of it, but I remember it being simply beautiful, like dalai lama stuff.
After his speech, Obama announces reluctantly between chokes that he was giving up, and with that he leaves the stadium.
Then a funeral is held for the two children in the bottom of the stadium, on the grass.
This is where it gets REAL weird.
The funeral is like a display of children's rooms. The two kids are in seperate beds. The furniture is ancient, and the rooms are lit up with dim oil lamps. When my family and I approach the displays and mourn, I immediately notice something too familiar in the arms of the children.
My stuffed animals. Froggy, Lion, Claire, every one of them. They are all set up in the display. I am terrified. I feel terrified, and I feel a huge amount of compassion for McCain, as he is watching everything. It's strange, but he sort of felt like a father to me in my dream.
What the hell?