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.
- Fast Food
- Daily Life
- Resisting contamination
- Violated Norms and Taboos
- Crime and Arrest
- Against Nature
- Sexual Abuse
- Community/Familial Discord/Polarization
- Fathers (subset)
- Nuclear War/Apocalypse
- Fathers (subset)
- Social Media
- Unconscious Alliance/Collaboration
- Shadow content
- Reality show
- Mythic themes
- Persecution and Purge
- Racism/White Nationalism
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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A high school friend (male) was back in my life (I have literally not seen him or remembered him for years–which made it strange.. .I can’t remember his name, but remember his face). He was forced to resign from a job he loved to take on an electrician job which he never trained for. He told me that he had to do this under the new government. In my dream I remember feeling that was really normal and shrugging it off.
In the background was the image of Trump on a TV, but no sound…just his pursed lips and angry face. The outline of the TV was red (not like a black framed TV).
It was strange and felt so disconnected when I woke up.
My dream was less about the president and more on the Vice President. It was just before he announced that he was running with Donald Trump. The dream consisted of him standing there with black holes for eyes and a gaping maw where his mouth was meant to be. It was horrifying. I felt like he was coming for me.
I dreamed I was DTs secretary in the oval office. He had sex with me and I actually enjoyed it but was conflicted thinking that this was insane. I’m 76. weird, eh?
9-19-17 was the only time I’ve dreamt about Donald Trump. I dreamt I was in a public place with Donald and Hilary Clinton and we were debating things (not sure what) and when I disagreed with him I was suddenly cut off and not allowed to debate anymore.
I had a dream that the community I lived in was poverty stricken, it was a Dickenson scene. There was a hopeful feeling and everyone was lined up. Apparently Donald Trump was kind and caring. He was handing out food himself on this day. When I got to the front of the line he handed me two grocery bags stuffed full with cold jo-jos.
That’s what everyone was eating. That was all there was to eat. He was bragging about his philanthropy.
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