Shaking Obama's hand, flying with a device strapped to my head

I'm driving home from vacation with my dad and a childhood friend. We stop stop at a hotel to find our reservations have been canceled. I find out a celebrity bought out the whole place. As the celebrity gets out of his limousine, I confront him to complain. He offers me a stack of cash which appears to be all $100 bills. I spread it and it's all ones and fives in the middle. I ask for more money and he gives me more. I split the money with my dad and friend.

We drive on to another hotel and check in. My friend is disappointed a Wolfgang Puck restaurant in the complex is closed. Each guest at this hotel gets a Seguay. Obama carrying stuffed giraffe. On the way to our room, I see President Barack Obama. In the dream, he is known to be always carrying one of his children in his arms, but now he is carrying a stuffed plastic giraffe, holding one of its hands. I tell him I'll hold the hand so IO can shake his. We shake, and he doesn't let go of my hand for an uncomfortable amount of time as he walks on.

Our Segues have turned into headlamp like contraptions that allow you to fly. My friend and I fly throughout different amazing rooms in the complex which is like a mall/amusement park. We fly outside over a canyon with a mighty river flowing through it. While I go down into the canyon several strangers I'm carrying doubt my skill and are afraid we'll plunge into the water far below.

Outside our room is a sea which rolls in and out of a residential area. Most people are afraid to enter the violent current, but I jump in and the sea entirely recedes. While waiting for it to come back I wonder how all the people get to work as their driveways are frequently submerged in the sea.

Again, I'm flying by the device strapped to my head. We fly by a fireworks display being set up and I worry the fireworks will shoot off and hit me. We notice what seems to be huge stacks of hamburger buns in the distance and fly over to investigate. We're surprised to find they are just a dozen or so of gigantic hamburger buns. We land and I'm propositioned by homosexual. I ignore him and walk on, taking to the air again.

We decide to return to our room. The batteries in my device seem to be wearing out, I'm having difficulty staying aloft. I find that I can keep in flight just barely if I heep the "headlamp" adjusted with my hand, but I go slow and can't control my direction very well.