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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.
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.
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.
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.
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
- Relatives and relations
- Reality show
- Mythic themes
- Persecution and Purge
- Racism/White Nationalism
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.