I had a dream last night that I was working for the Trump administration.
Really, what an effing horrifying nightmare. It was very third grade, everything about posturing and hair and loudness and chimpanzee tribalism. Stupid and mean and primitive and sick.
I've had bosses just like Donald Trump -- hellbent on doing the Supremely Stupid thing, and doing it twice and with great energy -- so my subconscious painted a very realistic environment from which I woke up feeling dirty and ugly and desperate.
I spent the entire dream following Donald around and trying to soothe him, listening to crackpot idiocy, jostling with other subordinates for attention --
Frankly, I wish I'd had the 'being chased by giant carnivorous cockroaches' dream, because this one was soul-draining and dark in a way that standard monster scenarios could not possibly replicate.
Oh god. Get it off. Get this stain off my soul.
Why? WTF?
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