I had a dream a couple of days ago that took place in a future where Trump had been in prison, died and stuff had gotten better. A lot of stuff that’s uncertain now had been proven. The specific scene of the dream was me and part of my family along with others, imaginary people who were also family, sitting down to watch news and seeing coverage of dig sites at trumps golf course where many skeletons had been found, and more were expected. There had already been many more found on Epsteins island and other places. The general feeling was of having been through some fucked up shit but we, all of humanity, managed to do better than we all thought and expected and were now in the “after a war” moment of just finding out as much as possible of what really had happened.
It was a very heavy, both in good and bad ways, moment.
It’s stuck with me and I really hope we can get to that point, or something even remotely close, sometime soon enough.