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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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45 Dreams 1/21/18
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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45 Dreams: 1/4/18
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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45 Dreams: 12/22/17
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45 Dreams 12/20/17
I dreamt Trump was pregnant. This was some months ago but clearly after the 2016 election.
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I had a dream I was walking down a typical hotel hallway to my room. I walked past the conference room, glanced in because the door was open, and saw Pres. Trump chatting with a few people. I just kept walking. I soon realized he was behind me. When I got to the room, he started chatting with me, asking me if I was there alone, trying to get in to my room. I told him I was not interested, and slipped inside my room ASAP.
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I don’t like Trump but I had a dream that I was critiquing him and his actions from a place of deep empathy and lo and behold he was actually listening and taking it on board! Not what I would have expected.
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45 dreams 12/18/17
45 Dreams: 12/15/17
- I dreamt he actually pushed the button and started a nuclear war. Fortunately it’s the only dream about him I’ve had.
- Oddly, I had a series of dreams of 45 in the months following the inauguration. In all of them, he was a perfect gentleman, and seemed quite nice. On waking, I would feel very disconcerted. I have wondered if this is my psyche helping me to neutralize the strong antipathy I feel while awake. I have a core belief that hating something or someone only gives them power. I also do not believe anyone is “pure evil,” as they say on the crime shows. I do think that any of our bodies can host a rampant virus, or even our own cells can turn against us as cancer. At least, that’s the only way I can begin to comprehend the Stephen Paddocks of the world. I suspect that my dreams were the effort of my subconscious to remind me that 45 was once a scared little boy before he turned to bullying as a way to reassure himself.
- I don’t know if this counts…Since Sept 2016, I’ve had a recurring/continuing dream that Pete Rose won the 2016 election. At first, the dreams seemed funny, but I think it was my brain cluing me into the very real possibility that DJT could win.
- I had several where he came for advice
- I was comforting him, calming/talking him down, petting him. I was shocked, had to shake it off when I woke
- Sadly, I DID have a Trump dream. I had a dream I was him. But I was trying to keep my hands to myself, but couldn’t. Like I couldn’t prevent myself from groping women in my immediate area. What’s that mean?
- Donald Trump was my father. And I was his pet like Ivanka, and I wanted his approval. He was taking me somewhere on air force one. Like he was bestowing favors upon me.
- I dreamed my mother was getting married to him. And he came on to me prior to the wedding. It was a very ‘real” dream. Took me a full two days to pull myself out of the funk it put me in.
- I don’t often record my dreams but I wrote this one down on 12/10: I was working in the White House, and DT used some excuse to reach between my legs to get a piece of paper in the shelf behind me. I glared at him and told him he could ask me to move next time. Afterwards I ran crying to HRC and she comforted me. Through tears I asked her why people didn’t know the difference between an awful person and a good one. After that we were both in a boat watching a factory-type building fall over into the river.
- How interesting: the day after you put out your request for Trump dreams, I had a dream about YOU & Donald Trump.You had sent out a mailing, some political appeal or an effort to raise funds for your business or cause. In your ask, you had listed the outrageous expenses of your organization—as part of your appeal to sanity (& for needed money). Specifically, you noted in a bullet point that a stapler cost $22M. In this dream fragment, I remember that your mailing came back, with that figure circled in red, & a note: “$22M for a stapler? That’s too much. Not possible! -DT” (There was some explanation too of the algorithm proving that you had to be making it up.)So that note, overlaid on your own letter was signed by Trump—his initials. Somehow your mailer had been turned into another mailer, because the fake script writing over your own letter was mass-produced—printed onto it.You were outraged, you said: “You see this!? I will not have Donald Trump going through my mail!!”
- Dream date – Monday 18th September 2017 “I attend an American rodeo show. During the interval Trump walks over to the middle of the stadium to address the audience. A beautiful chestnut mare with a single white star on her forehead breaks loose and races over to him. With her teeth she rips off Donald’s blonde wig and then carries it around the stadium, in her mouth, like a trophy. Trump, at once, covers his head in shame and instructs his security men to get the hairpiece back, only they can’t catch the horse as she moves in a way they don’t understand. The audience are shocked. Many (including myself) begin to laugh nervously at first, then with more gusto. We can’t figure out whether this is part of the show or not. Trump knows there will be no comeback from this. He’s finished for good and is now a laughing stockThe entire dream took place in the stadium, which was a large circle. And aside from being an audience member, I took no other part in this dream.”
- In a longtime recurring dream of my father forcing my own feces down my throat, Himself has replaced my father. (Mornings are fun.)
- I had this dream about two weeks after the election: There is a long brightly colored piece of fabric hanging from the window of a skyscraper. It looks like a combination of flags from many countries. Near the bottom of the fabric is Donald Trump, who is using it to swing between the buildings. It is fun for him – a game. I am holding on for dear life near the window. When he gets tired of the game, a helicopter appears and whisks him away to safety. I am left to fend for myself.
- I dreamed I was at some social event with him, and he might have been my father, or maybe he was an official escort for the evening? He was strangely needy, I felt strongly that he wanted me to like him, and was also angry that I wouldn’t approve of him. I felt both sorry for him, in his vulnerability, and also aware that he was capable of great tantrums.
I was on a commuter bus and we were on our way to pick up Joe Biden. He was sitting on the front stoop of a brown stone waiting for us after a long day working on our behalf in Washington. This was a regular day for all of us, including Biden.
All of the sudden, the narrow road was blocked off by an immovable white wall. The driver had to make a sharp turn up another more narrow road and further away from getting Biden. At every turn we tried to make to get back on route, we were violently blocked by a new army or military police with machine guns and workers putting up new brick walls. Simultaneously, some people got on the bus, took our money and our personal freedoms.