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.
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
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.
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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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.
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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.
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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