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Get Out of My Dreams
Jan. 26th, 2021 11:12 am Last night I dreamed of Donald Trump.
I have to preface the story of the dream by telling you that is not THAT unusual for United States presidents to show up in my dream. For some reason, my subconscious decided that I had gone to high school with Barack Obama, so he would randomly make appearances in my dreams "because" we were "old friends." None of which is true, of course, but Obama would just show up to my grandma's house with his full retinue of Secret Service and I'd be all, "Seriously, Barry? Couldn't you have called first? This house is tiny and the neighbors are staring!" all in a fun, joshing way. I blame the Internet and all the "watch President Obama nerd out over the science fair at the White House" videos for my subconscious just unilaterally deciding that we MUST already be friends with this guy, since he is so LIKE so many of the friends I already possess.
Last night, I was having a recurring dream I call "elevator." I have a deep seated fear of elevators, entirely based on the real life fact that my freshman college dorm had an elevator that would randomly stop between floors and you'd have to crawl up out to get out and STILL have to walk up three flights of stairs to get to your room. I lived high enough in the tower that I could easily walk DOWN to go to school, but going up was not that easy. But, so ever since then, I have a nightmare where the elevator I am getting into is just... scary. It stops on the wrong floors, is really shaky, makes too much noise, etc.
Into this ALREADY NIGHTMARE walks f*cking Donald Trump and two of his entourage, whom I am certain are Nazis of some sort because: Trump. The fun part of my dream is that I looked this horrible human in his piggy little eyes and said, "GET OUT. NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE. IT'S ALREADY A NIGHTMARE, I DO NOT NEED YOU ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE," and...
...he did.
He was clearly scared of me. In my dream, he mutely looked around for help, and, finding none, literally backed off the elevator.
I successfully chased him off!
I still ended up both stuck in the crappy elevator and then later had to go backwards on a gravity defying escalator BUT I AT LEAST GOT RID OF TRUMP.
Seems like a metaphor for 2021.
I have to preface the story of the dream by telling you that is not THAT unusual for United States presidents to show up in my dream. For some reason, my subconscious decided that I had gone to high school with Barack Obama, so he would randomly make appearances in my dreams "because" we were "old friends." None of which is true, of course, but Obama would just show up to my grandma's house with his full retinue of Secret Service and I'd be all, "Seriously, Barry? Couldn't you have called first? This house is tiny and the neighbors are staring!" all in a fun, joshing way. I blame the Internet and all the "watch President Obama nerd out over the science fair at the White House" videos for my subconscious just unilaterally deciding that we MUST already be friends with this guy, since he is so LIKE so many of the friends I already possess.
Last night, I was having a recurring dream I call "elevator." I have a deep seated fear of elevators, entirely based on the real life fact that my freshman college dorm had an elevator that would randomly stop between floors and you'd have to crawl up out to get out and STILL have to walk up three flights of stairs to get to your room. I lived high enough in the tower that I could easily walk DOWN to go to school, but going up was not that easy. But, so ever since then, I have a nightmare where the elevator I am getting into is just... scary. It stops on the wrong floors, is really shaky, makes too much noise, etc.
Into this ALREADY NIGHTMARE walks f*cking Donald Trump and two of his entourage, whom I am certain are Nazis of some sort because: Trump. The fun part of my dream is that I looked this horrible human in his piggy little eyes and said, "GET OUT. NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE. IT'S ALREADY A NIGHTMARE, I DO NOT NEED YOU ON TOP OF EVERYTHING ELSE," and...
...he did.
He was clearly scared of me. In my dream, he mutely looked around for help, and, finding none, literally backed off the elevator.
I successfully chased him off!
I still ended up both stuck in the crappy elevator and then later had to go backwards on a gravity defying escalator BUT I AT LEAST GOT RID OF TRUMP.
Seems like a metaphor for 2021.