I Dreamed of Donnie
In which a friend confides his erotic dream starring me and (*gasp) Donald Trump!
In which a friend confides his erotic dream starring me and (*gasp) Donald Trump!
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Who says dreams don’t come true?
A close friend confided to me, around November of last year, a dream he’d had. We were boozy and chatty, at our favorite bar/coffeehouse in Arlington, Virginia. Over a steaming cup of coffee, he leaned in and offered a comment with a droll smile: “I had a dream about you,” he half whispered.
“Erotic?… Coming out?,” I asked.
“Very erotic,” he blankly replied, “it starred you and Donald Trump!”
If I had been quicker, I might have said: “sweet dreams are made of these, and who am I to disagree?”
In that dream, he’d go on to explain, I was hunched over in a barrel, naked, in the middle of the road in Downtown DC.
President Trump with his chest puffed out was plopping along astride a shinning white horse. He was heading a parade of tanks through the city, which he’d thrown in his own honor.
Pence, Ryan and Kushner were arrayed behind him like the other horseman of the incompetence apocalypse.
As Trump approached me, he slowed his horse to a trot and said, “I like your style. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“You’re in my sun,” I replied, looking bored.
“Sad!,” he sad, looking hurt. He typed something furiously into his phone, and his horse trotted off.
I forgot to ask whether any of the tanks were Russian. Call me a “Cynic”.
Now as it appears Trump may be throwing an old-fashioned military parade in his honor, a perfect imitation of any African dictator or of the old-school Soviets, it looks as though half of this preternatural scene is coming true.
I’m shopping for vintage barrels now.