Had another realistic nightmare. At least it started out realistic.
It was November 5th. Trump had won, and we were all watching him on TV, announcing that the first thing he was going to do was exactly what he had promised not to do.
Get rid of Medicare. Get rid of Social Security. Exactly in accordance with the 2025 presidential transition plan, AKA Project 2025.
As my parents and I watched in horror, my friend, with whom I've had numerous arguments about why he shouldn't vote for Trump, called me. Said he didn't know. Said he had no idea. I told him that I had already proven to him that this would happen. I remember my exact words in the dream. "I showed you Project 2025, and proved to you that he was going to implement it, and you were just like, "Well, I want some of that! I'm going to vote for that!" He insisted again that he had no idea Trump would actually go through with it. I screamed something at him and hung up, then proceeded to go to a pharmacy that had over-the-counter needle syringes. (Full disclosure: I have no clue where to find those in real life. Everybody wants a prescription before they'll give them to you.) I bought the biggest ones I could, then injected myself with enough insulin that I was dеаd within seconds.
But of course, because it's a dream, that isn't where it ended. I was floating above my own dеаd body, and my parents were absolutely devastated. Somehow, through the magic of dreams, my friend was suddenly at the house, and I resurrected my body as a zombie to chase him around.
So how's your day going?
Get rid of Medicare. Get rid of Social Security. Exactly in accordance with the 2025 presidential transition plan, AKA Project 2025.
As my parents and I watched in horror, my friend, with whom I've had numerous arguments about why he shouldn't vote for Trump, called me. Said he didn't know. Said he had no idea. I told him that I had already proven to him that this would happen. I remember my exact words in the dream. "I showed you Project 2025, and proved to you that he was going to implement it, and you were just like, "Well, I want some of that! I'm going to vote for that!" He insisted again that he had no idea Trump would actually go through with it. I screamed something at him and hung up, then proceeded to go to a pharmacy that had over-the-counter needle syringes. (Full disclosure: I have no clue where to find those in real life. Everybody wants a prescription before they'll give them to you.) I bought the biggest ones I could, then injected myself with enough insulin that I was dеаd within seconds.
But of course, because it's a dream, that isn't where it ended. I was floating above my own dеаd body, and my parents were absolutely devastated. Somehow, through the magic of dreams, my friend was suddenly at the house, and I resurrected my body as a zombie to chase him around.
So how's your day going?
46-50, M
