I Dream of Trump

A long and meandering dream last night... I was hanging out with Donald Trump and Hillary Clinton in NYC.  Donald was driving the car, I was in the middle, and Hillary was on the other side of me by the passenger door.  We reminisced, pontificated, and emoted on a variety of subjects like old friends.

At some point I notice we are coming up on a stop sign and Donald is not even attempting to slow down.  I tell him, "Donald, that's a stop sign."  He shakes his head like "I know, I know," then commences to blow right through it as another car enters the intersection.  Donald simply goes around it in the opposite lane and when oncoming traffic presents itself he keeps going left, up over the curb, over the sidewalk, and onto the grass of a city park.  He continues across the park and then remerges with traffic on the other side of the park going the right direction.

We drive through old town Manhattan and then park and go into the lobby of a building, waiting to meet someone.  Donald's hair is a mess and I try to convince him to put on my baseball cap.  "It's fine, it's fine," he waves me off.  During all of this, Hillary is like the long suffering mother-figure keeping her comments to a minimum.

I was describing this dream to another staff member today at work and it struck me that 1) he ignores the stop sign and gets in trouble, 2) he is still in trouble with the oncoming traffic, but 3) he avoids the consequences of both actions by short-cutting through the park.  That is DJT in a nutshell.