Yearly Archives: 2018

45 Dreams Project in Huffington Post

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A Psychotherapist Collected 3,000 Dreams About Donald Trump. Some Are Truly Terrifying

“As I looked at him sleeping, I was filled with disgust, and then flooded with pity.”

Lee Moran

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They are the stuff of nightmares. Literally.

New York psychotherapist Martha Crawford has collected thousands of people’s dreams about President Donald Trump. Some are funny, but many are highly disturbing.

Crawford’s interest in people’s dreams involving Trump was piqued shortly before the 2016 election, when she had a bizarre nightmare about the then-GOP nominee, she told HuffPost this week.

Here it is, in full, as related by Crawford via email:

A friend, who has worked with various celebrities as a personal assistant and a dresser called. He was leaving town, and needed me to cover for him. “It’s easy!” he said, “you just have to stop by and feed him ― I’ve left everything out with a note!” He gave me an address that leads to the top floor of a six floor walk up apartment building.

When I arrived, I unlocked the door, unsure of who or what I would be feeding. The door opened into a family/television room ― the curtains drawn, a large TV blaring on the wall. On the glass coffee table sat a large metal dog bowl. A bag of kibble sat near the door. And on the sofa, Donald Trump, in a large adult diaper, sat sleeping with his chin on his chest. I filled the bowl with nuggets and slid it toward him on the table.

As I looked at him sleeping, I was filled with disgust, and then flooded with pity. He is obviously sick. Disabled. Infantile and senile. Feeble. Something was profoundly wrong with him. He then woke and without acknowledging me in any way, began gobbling the food, chewing loudly with his mouth open. I decide that it would be too cruel to let him just starve to death, but at least he was contained ― as he could never be able to walk up or down all those stairs.

I did the bare minimum for him, only what I would offer to any suffering stranger, any human being. I got him a cheap pre-paid flip phone for emergencies only. All his previous handlers abandoned him. He seemed debilitated. Yet somehow despite his incompetence he was still able to head an angry, divisive, xenophobic campaign.

Crawford told HuffPost the dream made her think “about how difficult it is to discern ‘sick’ from ‘bad’ ― that the course of normal empathy seems to lean towards offering deviant behavior the benefit of a doubt, assuming that it emerges out of illness and suffering ― eliciting pity and making excuses for ‘bad’ and immoral behavior.”

“The dream pressed me to confront my own complicity, my desire to consciously view Trumpism and the resurgence of right-wing extremism as something aging, feeble, and powerless ― nothing to take seriously,” she added.

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45 Dreams 12/18

 

I dream we have a wood burner and everyone is getting something for the fire in a kind of ritualistic way – my son (15) hands me a effigy of Trump that he made for the fire – a babygro stuffed with something, a cloth head added with orange felt tip hair, and a crome bar as a post to give it a backbone. I am ambivalent about burning it, its a well made model, and the crome won’t burn and the materials its made with might be toxic. However using it as an effigy to stick pins in will probably bring bad karma.

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In one, Trump had made it illegal for Americans to leave the U.S. and I had to trade sexual favors to get a fake foreign passport.

In another, I was being forced to marry Paul Ryan. (Not a Trump dream directly, but closely related, and I had it right around the time of the inauguration.) I was disgusted at the idea of being tied to him, and I knew that he was using this as a means of controlling me/silencing me – but I was also sort of turned on by how dominating and disdainful he was being. Woke up very embarrassed.

Last one: I dreamed that a drunk driver killed Trump by ramming him with his car and knocking him off a kind of parapet. I was a bartender in the dream, and had kicked the drunk driver out of my bar because he was behaving belligerently toward the other customers. This made me feel responsible for Trump’s death, and the dream ended with me leaving town in an attempt to evade the FBI, who I assumed were coming for me.

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As a U.S. Army veteran, I had to participate in a couple of Memorial Day Parades. I dreamed that Trump got his military parade, but it was a huge number of of light infantry units that immediately stormed all government buildings and arrested all management employees after the parade.

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Watched a muslim mother and her son be interviewed by a border agent. She wore two hijabs but took off only one. The woman was well spoken and pleasant, she had a warm air about her. At the end of the interview her son took out handy wipes and cleaned the seat his mother sat in(I knew this had an impact on the final decision). The border agent smiled and said they passed the interview. Then I am watch a recording on my iPhone: the woman says she won’t criticize Trump because she lives in America and he’s her president now.

45 dreams – Initial Outline:

After collecting and sorting 3,000 + Twitter dreams of Donald Trump I have a rough outline for the project. Next step is to sort through the “long form” dreams here on the blog  and add them to the discussion. I had imagined this to be an article, but I have resigned myself to the reality that is likely a book.

CHAPTER OUTLINE

(With approximate dream totals per category):

  1. How it Began
  2. Hubris & Inflation -23
  3.  Nemisis & Deflation – 57
    1. Hair – 9
  4.  Incompetence – 36
    1. Dementia – 9
    2. Disinibition – 9
    3. Infantilization – 7
  5.  Masturbation – 2
  6. Caretaking – 21
  7. Marketplace – 34
    1. Food – 13
    2. Fast Food – 13
  8. Infiltration/Contamination – 38
    1. Daily Life – 15
    2. Church -5
    3. Work/Employment – 17
    4. Sports – 4
    5. Vacation/Recreation – 4
  9. Violated Norms and Taboos – 80
    1. Crime – 10
    2. Arrest – 10
    3. Psychopathy – 14
    4. Against Nature – 7
    5. Aliens – 19
    6. Pee – 6
  10. Propoganda – 92
    1. Double-speak – 14
    2. Re-education – 50
    3. Pan-opticon – 21
  11. Undoing – 68
    1. Impeachment – 20
    2. Resignation – 22
    3. Death – 29
  12. Women’s Issues – 92
    1. Sexual Abuse – 43
    2. Misogyny – 9
    3. Seduction -20
    4. Mothers – 20
  13. Discord/Polarization – 58
    1. Community -27
    2. Family – 18
    3. Fathers (subset) – 13
  14. Approval/Identification – 26
    1. Fathers (subset) – 4
    2. “Selfies” – 6
  15. Nuclear War/Apocalypse – 75
  16. Authoritarianism – 31
    1. Dystopia – 12
    2. Breakdown/Disaster – 13
  17. Visions/Prophesies – 25
  18. Bots – 9
  19. Social Media – 20
  20. Unconscious Alliance/Collaboration – 76
    1. Shadow content/Identification – 59
    2. Perks/Privileges/Benefits – 5
    3. Relatives and relationships – 12
  21. Performance – 49
    1. Entertainment – 25
    2. Reality show – 8
    3. Derealization/Unreality – 16
  22. Miscellaneous -21
  23. Resistance – 137
    1. Protest/Defiance 80
    2. Mythic themes 10
    3. Violence/rage/revolution 47
  24. Persecution and Purge – 52
    1. Retaliation/Revenge –  25
    2. Impotence – 9
    3. Internment/Kidnapping – 18
  25. Racism/White Nationalism – 25
    1. Genocide – 8
  26. 2020 Election – 23
  27. Reparation/Repair – 9
  28. Conclusion

 

45 Dreams 6/2018


I’m backstage, and have infiltrated a President Trump rally. He’s giving his usual boisterous speech to an adoring crowd. I’m on his right, crouched down, and I can see him through the wings. He has pulled out his penis and is masturbating during the speech behind the podium. The audience can’t see this, but the people backstage can. There’s another man in the wings near me who is a New York Times reporter. There’s also some Trump secret service guards. Trump masturbates throughout the speech and at the end ejaculates onto the speech. I take photos and video of this and I’m determined to post them on Facebook and Youtube. I’m worried about getting caught filming by the guards and stopped. I think it’s crucial that this is revealed to the public. Outside, I ask the reporter if he’s going to take the story to the New York Times. He’s unsure and says “I don’t know.” This is frustrating to me. He then runs off down the street. I get the impression he is going to go ahead and do it. I upload the videos to social media. I’m thinking surely this must be the thing that takes him down. 
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I dreamt about Melania Trump was in the hospital–which she was–but the true reason wasn’t what was released to the public. I knew the real reason because I was her treating physician. Melania had an unexpected unplanned pregnancy and wanted to terminate the pregnancy. Her husband saw this fetus as the harbinger of good luck and his supremacy and his ability to make America great. She saw the fetus as an unwanted burden of a husband that doesn’t love her. I agreed to terminate the pregnancy for her and agreed to protect her privacy by releasing that she had undergone a routine kidney procedure.

45 Dreams 5/2018

I’m in a restaurant at a big table with some friends and Donald Trump and a couple of his people. He’s obnoxious, talking shit and then he gets out a big knife. He’s vaguely threatening me so I grab onto the knife to show I’m not afraid. We grapple. I have more force but my positioning across the table from him is awkward. Plus, he has the handle. I push the blade close to him and then he lifts it to his forehead and presses it in, drawing a horizontal bead of blood, a few inches long, on his third eye. He makes it look like I did it. I say aloud, “I didn’t do that.” I’m aware I could get into very big trouble. We have to move. My party goes to the host and asks for a table of 12. The restaurant is busy and we’ll have to wait. I notice some of the female waiters are full bodied and naked. They are both protesting and imitating Trump. We get our table and Trump is at it again. I sit as far away from him as I can, on the diagonal, him on one corner, me opposite.

 

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I am running for president against Donald Trump- and I am not afraid of him in the slightest. I see him for what he is as can name that out loud. He leaves me taunting phone messages which see stupid and childish to me. I will be speaking out tomorrow against him and plan to annihilate him with the truth. I am not scared about what he might do to me because I have nothing to lose.

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I am in Montana or someplace very rural with Chris Pratt, and our kids and families. Chris Pratt and I are becoming great friends. He has spent all of his money, he lives with his parents.

At some point, in a lodge, I have a temper tantrum about Trump, and the evening becomes very uncomfortable – I’ve yelled out that NYC NJ, and California pay more to the federal government than they receive, and they therefore provide all of the “fly over states” with resources. That the mid-west is the one in a goddamn bubble.

 

45 Dreams 1/29/18

I went to the White House or it might have been Congress. It was full of unsavory characters. Trump groped, me, then as I left I got followed by a surveillance camera that looked like a shoe. I kicked the camera across the room. When I went back for my car, I found out they had suspended it from the ceiling. Afterwards, the video from the shoe camera had been posted on facebook, and people were commenting to moralize about why I shouldn’t have kicked it.

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10/6/2016 (which turned out to be the day before the Access Hollywood tape release/Podesta emails/Clapper conclusion on Russian hacking):
Donald Trump is in a seated position, but he’s rather like a wax figure or is in a trance.  Rising from his crotch or set upon it is a small [stone] statue [an obelisk].  It isn’t biological.  It’s a lingam.  I–but a more impersonal ‘I’–am naked and must face him and take this lingam inside.  It’s not sexual nor is it rape or coercion.  This is what must be done, grimly.
 
I wake up revolted–and this feeling lingered– and also embarrassed that a dream would hit me over the head with such unsubtle symbolism
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(10/15/2016):
Dreamed a new law was put into effect immediately that enabled the GOP to rescind Trump’s nomination if he broke with agreements to the party or to his own staff.  Since this was already true, he was already not a candidate.  Scenes of staff rooms, newsrooms, campaign headquarters with everyone cheering, as after a successful NASA launch or as in the scene in “Ender’s Game” where Ender, thinking he’s been fighting a simulated battle, has actually saved the world.
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(2/19/2017):
Dreamed Trump has issued an order that makes most anyone ‘illegal’ and a few brave people have made large ‘wanted’ posters of themselves to carry in protest.  This is incredibly risky.  Any one of us could be prosecuted at any time as the whole population is ‘in violation’.  If everyone made their own ‘wanted’ signs, we’d all be safe, but the risk is so immense that it may only be these 3 people out there, as easy targets.  There is no resolution.
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45 Dreams 1/21/18

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I was at dinner with my sister at a strangely fancy and suspiciously empty house. Suddenly, I look up and Donald Trump is sitting across from me, smugly seated with my sister sitting in his lap. She looks petrified. I stand up, shouting “SHAME ON YOU,” punch the 45th President of the United States in the face, take my sister by the hand, and flee the scene.

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from 2/18/17:  My husband of 42 years (who died in 2008) and I have just gotten married. I wear a long white bridal gown (simple with lace). There are many people celebrating w/ us. I want them to be happy. They drink wine and wait for the banquet. A man I don’t know comes in with a huge flat bowl and a large bottle of champagne. He’s making wedding punch. Everyone stands in a circle holding hands to have a celebratory circle dance. I go to get my husband who is sitting near the edge of the room talking to a close friend and a few other men. He comes with me, but looks upset. The men are talking about politics. My husband is mad about Trump. I grab his hand. “Don’t talk politics w/ your friend,” I say. “This is our wedding.”  He agrees and stands next to me in the circle holding my hand.

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In March of 2016 I woke up around 3 am suddenly from a nightmare. I had been ushered into a small room with gold curtains. The room was full of gold statues of Trump. The pedestal was about 4 feet high with a likeness of Trump sitting on a throne about 1 feet high. Suddenly the statue on the left fell over knocking down the rest of the statues one by one. I knew that I didn’t want to touch any of the statues at all and was desperate to get out of the room.

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I woke up at 3am the morning after the election and checked my phone, thinking that the election result I had gone to bed on must have been a mistake. But there it was, the election win had gone unthinkably to Trump. After some time I went back to sleep and had a dream that I was sitting as a passenger in a car on a huge freeway of at least eight lanes. We were all stopped. All of a sudden, the white SUV in front of us started backing up right into us, I couldn’t understand what was happening. Our car twisted sideways and I could see that all the cars ahead of us were being pushed backwards into each other. I realized that something I couldn’t see was pushing all of us, all the cars, on all the lanes, backwards.

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I was being strapped into a small caspule space, like an astronaut climbing inside a tight pod, and various technicians were checking my safety harnesses and strappings and helmet etc. Lots of reassurances and lots of care.
Then I saw Donald Trump was involved in the team, and he was laughing and going back and forth to a large control panel on the wall. He was excited about pressing THE button.
I was under the impression I was involved in some kind of space exploration programme, then next thing I know the hatches are closed, I’m tight inside the pod looking out through a glass window, and I’m suddenly launched forward at terrifying speed, out into the void. It turns out I’m inside a huge telescopic machine of which my capsule is the centre — I’m in the bit which propels out furthest.
The machine hurls me forward and then coming into view in the distance is THE REAL actual button – the nuclear launch button, and I’m being thrust forward towards it in a bid to have ME press it and blow the world to smithereens instead of him!
Except the machine doesn’t quite reach. It’s just a few metres short.
I’m panicking but relieved as I feel the telescope slowly retracting as I’m pulled back to the air hangar where Donald Trump and team are waiting. They know the machine has failed so they try again…
Again I’m thrust out into the ether… hurtling towards the button… and AGAIN the entire set up falls *just* short.
And so it goes on like this, with me increasingly relieved and laughing as I know it’s never going to get there. I’m the only one who’s been that far out to see the button, and I’m clear it’s not gonna go. It becomes a laughable exercise of relief – but slight tension – as I’m launched out again and again and again…
… and the dream passes.
If you’ve had dreams of the current administration:  please share your dream in the comments – they will be posted after they have been stripped of identifying data.

45 Dreams: 1/4/18

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Every time Trump appeared to speak, he was bound by comically huge chains. It reminded me of something out of the LEGO movie.

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The US had turned into the days of the red scare. Except all our social justice warriors and civil rights activists were being imprisoned and killed. Everyone was turning on each other, and in my case, even my own family members were killing my most beloved social servants. I had the sense this was all because of Trump’s administration.

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I woke up at 3am the morning after the election and checked my phone, thinking that the election result I had gone to bed on must have been a mistake. But there it was, the election win had gone unthinkably to Trump. After some time I went back to sleep and had a dream that I was sitting as a passenger in a car on a huge freeway of at least eight lanes. We were all stopped. All of a sudden, the white SUV in front of us started backing up right into us, I couldn’t understand what was happening. Our car twisted sideways and I could see that all the cars ahead of us were being pushed backwards into each other. I realized that something I couldn’t see was pushing all of us, all the cars, on all the lanes, backwards.

 

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