Dreaming the future

I'm in a little town by the ocean. Panama City? It's mostly deserted but there are a few other wanderers like me walking down a sand-covered but paved road that leads to the beach that leads to the breakers. 

I'm holding my hair in my hands. It's a long ponytail, wrapped in ?red thread to keep it formed in the ponytail. I'm walking down to the sea to leave my hair as sacrifice. 

When i reach the first waves, Barack Obama is standing in the water. I reach the place where he is and we put an arm around each other, his over my shoulder, mine around his waste. As we look out over the vast sea. I tell him "Good luck. I voted for you the first day i could vote" and he looks down and smiles at me and gives me a squeeze with the arm he has over my shoulder. We both know that the election could go either way and we're okay with that, but we remain hopeful.