Dreaming of WTF

A few years ago, I began writing down my dreams as soon as I woke up, as much details as possible, whatever I could remember–things, colors, words, places, numbers. I would try to decode my dreams, looking for meaning. My dreams don’t always make sense, but I did notice that I dream of specific places when I’m feeling a certain way.

For example, when I’m feeling extremely stressed, confused about the direction my life is going, I dream about my childhood home in Philadelphia on 38th and Fairmount Ave. Before my mother joined the Army, I was a happy child. I didn’t know I we were poor. That’s not what stayed with me. I remember the sunlight shining through the window that my mom, aunt and I shared. I remember playing with the tree in front of the house, racing up and down the sidewalk with my friends, even though my mom told me to stop running on the concrete before I fell (which I did and scraped my knee). So, when I feel extreme stress, I dream about the house and how it looked at that time.

I’ve decided to share some of these dreams with you all. Why? Because this last dream that I remember–I don’t know what the hell it was about.

I was in a house with dark, cherry wood (I think) floors. I was standing in a hallway leading to a round staircase. I walked up the stairs and there was a hallway with just a tall window and bright light coming in. A cat was sitting there looking out the window. I walked toward the cat and it turned around. It had the face of Donald Trump and its body was grey. I picked it up, carried it down the stairs and put him down. There weren’t people there before or I don’t remember people being there.But when I went back downstairs, there was a dinner party. Everyone started whispering around me. The Trump cat kept rubbing up against people’s legs and making people scream.Then, I remember Stone Cold Steven Austin and Triple H were there shooting a commercial about sexism against men and it was being shot in POV from Triple H. The Trump cat walked up to them and rubbed up against Steven Austin’s leg and said, “Listen, listen listen. Do you know how stupid these people are. Don’t be stupid like these people, okay. Just open that over there and let me out, okay?” Then something like “Do you even know who I am? Just open the door and I’ll buy California for you because I’m that rich. No really, ask anybody.”

I swear I am not smoking bath salts. I have no idea what that dream was supposed to mean. What do you think it means, aside from I obviously need a vacation?


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