Don't know why it does but it does.
Fair Warning:

I dreamed the President was a Black woman and I was talking to her and an older goatee-sporting black cabinet member in a modest Victorian style house. Lot's of lace around- curtains, tablecloths etc.

The president was going to segregate the country. Blacks and Whites would not see each other but still live in the same place and time. It was as though they would occupy different universes. No more blacks in sports or entertainment, politics, religion or history. When what she said sank in, I was struck how tragic that would be.

My attention shifted to a large frightening wasp-like creature on the floor in front us. Somehow, to show my sincerity, I picked it up and set it outside. It was then the older man ask me if I had read "Popov".

I almost never bring anything in the way of information out of my dreams. That's why I asked if someone may have read somebody named Popov.

And Bowser if you somehow feel the urge to psychoanalyze the dream in the context of conservative racism... fill yer boots.