Lately, my subconscious mind must be in overdrive.
As I am in a dream state while sleeping lately, I have had some seriously horrific dreams. Last night... a double header.
First: I was apparently in a home with Cheryl and at least her two youngest kids. I remember getting out of bed for some reason, and showering. Headed back to the bedroom, I was apparently not dressed... or not dressed enough. Because she was off standing at the other end of the room and shielding the kids. Bitching her lungs out.
I woke up in horror. The last thing I remember in that dream was saying I'm Outta here! Not again!
Second: I don't know how it happened, but I was in charge of care for Donald Trump. We were somewhere up high, like a trapeze. He wanted to walk out onto a thin strip of clothlike material across to the other pole, and hundreds of feet below was water. Trump wouldn't listen to anyone... and he slipped off. He caught himself and was hanging onto the strip of cloth. That's when I woke up. Prophetic? No way of knowing for 6 weeks. However, yesterday night was the first Presidential debate, which I didn't watch. But today's sound bites sound like two 5 year olds having a yelling war.
