posted on Jan, 12 2016 @ 11:06 PM
Well, okay. This was an actual dream I had last night, though I must say some bits are lost to my memory. Here goes:
Trump was the elected leader, and it was several years after the election. Something bad had happened on the surface of the earth, at least where I
was, and everyone lived underground inside mountains or in structures of mud/adobe that had extremely thick walls. There wasn't much daylight "down
below." It was fairly normal looking though, if you imagined being inside an earthy mall all the time. You could get outside, but you didn't want
to stay outside, and I don't know why other than the heat was bad and NOTHING was growing there. It didn't seem like radiation, just a barren,
dusty landscape of NOTHING. No water, no life.
So we lived in cities made of tunnels and scooped-out mountains which looked like underground malls and hobbit holes and we walked or took some form
of mass transit everywhere. There was a subway system. I remember walking down a narrow arched walk with neon signs of shops and other people going
about their business. Everything was small - efficiency sized, as space was at a premium.
Apparently, however, I said or did something to get myself labeled as "subversive," perhaps through all the intense monitoring we all went through
(no privacy) from cameras and surveillance equipment. Trump was ever watchful for ANY bad comment or dissent and leaped on it immediately with no
mercy. I was grabbed and brought in for questioning, which turned into "reconditioning" or something like that. It was weird. They put me in a
saffron colored jumpsuit, kind of a cross between nursing scrubs and a prison outfit. They surrounded me and held me down, barking questions at me
and generally confusing the heck out of me, and eventually a needle went into my arm.
I woke up standing outside the mountainous compound. Others had been there, apparently, or something had because I noticed some dried fecal matter
was scattered on the ground (not mine, btw) and a LOT of time had passed. I noticed that new structural vents had been carved out from the ground. I
was standing on top of someone's house or business but they were so far underground all I saw were the vents. It was not a healthy or happy place,
being outside. I had no idea what had happened to me in the last, what, months?
I remember seeing another "subversive" with long blond dreadlocks wearing the same outfit (saffron) running like a crazy person, yelling that he had
to get inside. His teeth were messed up and he looked like he had been in prison or something for a very long time. I wondered what I looked like
standing there, fighting to overcome the after-effects of whatever was in the needle. I remember I needed to get inside. It was dangerous to be
outside. I might die. It wasn't the air or radiation, but something about it was bad - like the sun had become too intense and our atmosphere had
changed significantly, so being outside meant you'd eventually die a horrible painful death.
To my left was a niche in the mountain and I could see into it - a split from the top of it that sheared down sharply making an opening. It was a
considerable distance away. There was a massive presidential portrait of Mr. Trump hanging from the top of the spilt in the mountain all the way
down. It was so huge as to look like a regular sized portrait, a larger than life-size one, hanging in a room with me - that HUGE. Not joking. It
had to be hundreds of feet tall. I wondered if there was glass or something or if it was outside, put there to loom over us "subversives" when we
came to. I remember there being some kind of gathering place with a giant picture of him, but that was underground.
I started to run. I saw a woman went briefly out of an outside door and immediately back into another door. I headed for an entrance. Everyone
treated me as if I was a crazy person, which is what people did with "saffron jumpsuit" people. They stayed out of my way, but they would have
nothing to do with me. I ran back, looking for my apartment or wherever it was I called home, hoping it was still there.
I remember that this whole thing happened two times - both times, the needle hit, I blacked out, and woke up standing in the same spot after a really
long time had passed. It was maddening, which was the point. I was friendless and without any credibility. No one would believe me if I told them
I'd been taken like that, and they would all think I had mental illness or had done something to deserve it...
So... I guess my subconscious is not thrilled with the idea of a Trump presidency! (Not a surprise there)
Weird thing to dream...very real at the time...
I have some ideas on what the imagery could mean, other than the obvious fascist undertones. I welcome any thoughts about it (other than I should lay
off late night snacking...there was no late night snacking involved!! lol!)
I was very glad to wake up.