Dream about an unlikely friendship
Five nights ago I woke up in the middle of the night and for a while thought whether I should write down the narrative that was just going through my unconscious. Though I felt warm under the covers and first was reluctant to leave the bed so I could bring my notebook and a pen from the living room. But the story seemed so vivid that it made me overcome the preserving instinct. As soon as I came back and sat in bed, the story started to write down itself. Here it is:
On a decisive day between Donald Trump and Bernie Sanders I take Trump for a walk. We ramble through the streets of town, which resembles London. I tell him that he touches hearts of two categories of people - very rich and working class. The term “working class” doesn’t resonate with him, he suddenly feels pain in his neck, and I suggest to him to sit down on the bench in a nearby park, so I could massage his neck. Soon we discover that all the benches are occupied. We carry on looking for an empty bench, and it appears that there are some, but as soon as we approach them, they seem to be occupied too. The last section of the park is full of people with limb deformities. Apparently, they are the patients of an orthopedic ward, which this garden belongs to.
I take a run, and it looks like I’m running in Paris. It’s raining.
Final part of the dream… I am in a flat, which is a one-room apartment in Moscow, where the debate was held. Trump has lost. I am happy as I wanted Sanders to win, but I don’t show my feelings neither to Trump, nor to the people in the room. I go to the kitchen and fill my plate with food. Demoralized Trump addresses the hosts of the debate with the notion that I will acknowledge that his name played a major role in the high ratings of the debate. Hosts are skeptical about it. I say to them: “I am sure that everyone agrees that Donald Trump’s name was one of the main attractions for the viewers”.
Trump is now in the entry hall, putting his coat on. “Was it difficult?” - I ask. “Yes”, - he answers. - “This guy is tough”. I understand that he is talking about Sanders. “And Jane has added”, - he adds about Sanders' wife. I imagine how she speaks in support of her husband during the debate. I feel sorry for Trump. “Do you have money on you?” - I ask him as I guess he would need a taxi.
Trump leaves, and I go back to the room full of people.