Oh my. The other night I had one of the worst nightmares EVER. Don’t laugh. Okay, you can laugh, because it is kind of funny, but trust me, it wasn’t funny at the time.

I dreamt I was married to Donald Trump.


The colors in my dreams are usually kind of muted, I don’t lean toward technicolor, but this one was especially dark, all greytone. Nothing much happened, nothing much needed to happen, being married to Donald Trump was terrifying enough. I remember that I was being held captive, and that he wanted to kill me because he knew that I knew who he was as a person, and he didn’t want me talking to anybody about it. The last thing I remember was trying to figure out a way to escape.

Hmm, now that I think about it, that really is our collective national nightmare isn’t it? We’re all married to Trump in a way and being held captive by this crazy man who is desperately trying to keep up a front of  competence and leadership when we know that he is a dangerous lunatic pushing us deeper into a society governed by narcissistic self-interest.

I spent the next day trying to shake off the lingering effects of the nightmare. I went to bed that night hoping for more pleasant dreams. In the true spirit of bi-partisanship, instead of another Trump dream, I dreamt I was at a political rally for Hillary Clinton. This dream started off much more pleasant than the Trump nightmare, green grass, blue skies, balloons and streamers. All was going well, I even got to meet Hillary. Then, dream pivoted to nightmare. Hillary hit on me. I won’t go into details, I’ll just say it wasn’t pleasant and leave it at that.

Politicians are all users? I feel oppressed by the current political system? Some deeper psychological trauma from my distant past? I don’t know, I do know that the main reason nightmares are so terrifying is the feeling of helplessness they engender. But dreams are dreams, and we have much more agency over situations in our waking life than we sometimes realize. Let’s take the lessons we can from the current state of our union and make the changes we need to make in order to create a more perfect one.

Do it for yourself; find a cause you’re passionate about and keep doing it – stay engaged. Do it for those who have less of a voice than you. Do it for me so I can go back to sleeping with the lights off.

One thought on “Nightmares”

  1. wow, I thought dreaming about creepy things hovering on my ceiling was bad.

    Sweet dreams from here out! This can’t last forever (at least that’s what I’m praying here)

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