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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45 Dreams: 12/22/17

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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.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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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45 Dreams 12/20/17

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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

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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.

People started to freak out.
I woke up
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I dreamed he was dressed in a bear costume with his face showing and he was smiling. He was by the garden gate, not letting me out of the house. Quite literally being a ‘gatekeeper’ – a barrier to progress.
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A few weeks ago, I had a dream where Trump was on the sidelines of an NFL game. A kicker was practicing kicking into the net. Trump tried to swoop in and kick it first, but missed and slipped into a mud puddle. Then he tried to play it off like it didn’t happen. Great dream.
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My dream was that there was some kind of outdoor event or press conference we were all expecting Trump to show up to. I was holding a clipboard, and was there in some kind of “official” capacity. We were waiting and waiting, and then suddenly I am in the back of a limo with trump himself, on our way to the event. He had a sour look on his face. He talked to me but his face wasn’t really moving. He was berating me and telling me I sucked at my job. I woke up feeling bad about myself and ashamed.
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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 & can name him 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 will not be around. I receive cold phone calls from him. I am trying to arrange a meeting. After some more Donald bullshit I receive another call where he says “I don’t think I will be meeting with you. There is no need as I am also in possession of a last edition print of your most precious “Saturnalia series” given to me by you to commemorate…”
And I wake up.
(I have no idea what a Saturnalia series” is)
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I had a nightmare that I was following behind Trump and his Secret Service people as they walked through a forest. Eventually they got to a log cabin and went inside. A little while later, a young, black man knocked on their door for something and I knew they were going to shoot him. Trump got a shot gun and shot the man through the door, even though the man and I had been yelling that it was okay and that he wasn’t a threat.
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Picture Donald Trump, in the back of a pickup truck, being detained and questioned by officials. (I think I like the way my mind works when I dream!) He was on his way to an event, perhaps. I don’t know why he had been walking down the sidewalk or street instead of riding in his motorcade. He hadn’t alerted the local officials that he’d be in the area. He didn’t think he needed to tell anyone his business. He was cocky and arrogant. He’s the President of the United States… more importantly he’s Donald Trump. He doesn’t have to tell anyone anything. He’s above the law, above rules and regulations, above common sense and courtesy. The local officials weren’t having any of it. They were determined to verify he was who he said he was and his reasons for being there. They weren’t taking his word for it. They weren’t succumbing to his bullying. The dream was brief and it ended there. I saw it as if I was driving by in slow-moving traffic but was able to catch the gist of what was happening.
Even though the dream contained an act by local officials of standing up to Trump, I didn’t feel elated or gleeful or vindicated -in the dream or when I woke or now. I felt and feel numb, sad, mournful, stunned. The fact that the episode was happening at all overshadowed the fact that Trump was being held accountable.
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I just recalled this dream I had last night.
They gathered up all of us that weren’t Trump supporters…to kill.

45 Dreams: 12/15/17

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  • 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.

Dreams of 45

Gathering, organizing, archiving – and eventually writing about – our collective dreams of the current sitting president – in order to see what themes emerge among us:

What guidance does the psyche offer?

How does the individual and collective unconscious respond to the strain of this moment in history?

Let’s listen:

  • He was walking north up Fifth Avenue with a sub-machine gun, shooting everyone. Rocking a Davy Crockett fur hat…

  • I’ve had several Trump dreams that range from punching him in the face to getting sexually accosted.

  • I also had a dream about Hillary the night of the election. I was holding her on my knees & hugging her while crying. I don’t know if that was the result of my surgery meds

  • After the debate where he creeped up on Hillary, I dreamed he was trying to find me to do me harm.

  • My friend, who is a very logical thinker and not dramatic (who also doesn’t often share his emotions/fears), told me he woke up in the middle of the night to thunder, but his first, very real thought was, “Trump did it. We are at war.” Life in America, 2017.

  • Dreamed I was watching my buddy Keanu Reeves fronting a band in a small venue, when Donald and Melania arrived, and had shitty seats. He seemed kind of sad, and I felt almost guilty for not liking him. Donald kept dropping my name – which I hadn’t told him- both to impress Keanu and to let me know I was being surveilled. I didn’t care and decided that I would not be controlled by that.

  • I once dreamed he was a baby-monster locked in an apartment in a giant diaper. I had to stop by and feed him dog food several times a day. I was disgusted by him, but felt sorry for him too be

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(All dreams in published at this blog and in the final project will be stripped of identifying information.)