Ok, I have had twelve dreams about Donald Trump which I would like to post on Dream Enthusiasts over the next twelve days, providing that Laura Snell does not object. I hope I can somehow tie these dreams together into something coherent. Thanks to Sage Abella's recent postings on the IASD Facebook page about Trump, I feel prompted to look more closely at the story in my Trump dreams.
Dream of:
18 May 2005 (2) "Tellement De Plaisir"About ten other people and I were doing some work for Donald Trump in his ordinary, ranch-style house. Trump was not home at first, but then he walked in dressed in a long black coat to his ankles and he spoke with us. Apparently he was trying to decide who to hire to work permanently for him. The others did not seem particularly well-qualified to me. They were doing odd jobs around the house - cleaning and repairing. Trump spoke to one person about the power of money and how important money was.
I did not have any direct interaction with Trump, and I was watching more than working. Nevertheless, I thought Trump might be interested in hiring me. I ruminated that I was already too old to still make a lot of money in life, but I still thought I might like to work for Trump.
As I was standing to the side and watching, a thin, brown-haired woman (around 25 years old) walked over to me and spoke to me in French. When she asked me if I could speak French, I answered, "Oui," and I proceeded to volubly blabber away in French. The woman listened. She seemed to fancy herself an astute speaker of French, but obviously I could speak as well as she. I rattled away until a second woman walked up and joined in the conversation. I asked the second woman if she spoke "Deutsch," and she replied, "No."
I continued talking in French about languages, mentioning that I could speak, "Anglais, español, allemand and français." I reflected that my language abilities might prove valuable for Trump since he might need someone fluent in other languages sometimes.
The second woman finally walked away and I concentrated on the first. By now my interest had shifted from language to amour, and I moved ever closer to her until I was holding her and kissing her neck. I proceeded toward her mouth. We were in a corner where no one could see us. I kissed her on the mouth and she permitted my advances. I did not know where this would lead.
I continued talking to her in French, telling her how much I enjoyed speaking French with her. I cooed, "Puisque dans quelques minutes de parler français j'ai tellement de plaisir."
Commentary of 12 March 2019
The question, "Where do dreams come from?" seems similar to the question "Where does the universe come from?" However, although I feel resigned to being incapable of answering the question about the universe, I had thought that I might some day find an answer about the origin of dreams. Such, however, does not appear to be the case. The best I can seem to do is to look at dreams as stories, even though I do not know where these stories originate. The question that now absorbs me is whether a series of dreams can tell a story which is independent of the individual stories in dreams, and I wonder whether a series of dreams, for example, in which Donald Trump appears, might shed some light on the question of whether a hidden story can be extracted from a series of dreams in which the same character appears.
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