It seems as if I wake up almost every night, and there is some vision of Donald Trump inside my head as I slowly struggle to decide whether to go to the bathroom or not.  And in the process of waking up, I look at my mental image of this toad residing in the Oval Office, I find myself being more than slightly disgusted. How could I have the POTUS perpetually taking up part of my mind like this? What kind of disgusting animal is he? And does this mean that I am a disgusting animal for having him as a permanent resident in my mental interior? What kind of sick fuck is Donald Trump, and what kind of sick fuck am I for having this occupy part of my mind?

I went back to sleep again, sleeping the way an old man does, and I had quite an elaborate dream about our collective current situation.

I awake with a start.  I am standing in my bathrobe a few feet from a small stream. I don't know how I got there, or why I woke up.  But it must be related to the object that is sticking out of the ground beside me. And there is fear  and dread in what I see.

There is a shiny white cylindrical object about 4" in diameter, jutting out three or four feet, but it's broken. There is a narrow slit of a crack running alongside the cylinder, and inside it appears to be filled with a radioactive olive drab goo the consistency of hard opaque jello.

The next scene shows me on a residential street in a neighboring town about five miles away from home. In the middle of the street is a larger cylinder, and there is a considerable amount of goo that's been spilled onto the street. There's no one around, but someone has obviously been here to inspect the site because there's a large red sign with white lettering on it. And it says "BATCH 34."

Now I'm at home, sitting at my desk. I'm trying to figure out what to do. And I figure that the best thing to do is to call the appropriate federal agency in charge of disposing of toxic biohazrds. I begin leafing through my phone book.

The last scene in my nightmare is that I am sitting in a small room all by myself.  It's not a prison, but it certainly is behind several layers of high security in some total institution -- not a prison but some kind of highly restricted medical facility. I'm in a comfortable isolation unit in a small room with a steel door and no windows. There is a sink and toilet. There is a chair and writing table, and there is a small hard bed that I am sitting on. On the other side of the room is a TV screen embedded in the wall with a frozen image.  It has a red background with white letters, and the image says, BATCH 38."

What kind of country is it that allows a beast like this to become its leader? What does it say about ourselves as a people? How am I responsible for helping to make this situation happen?  What are we going to do about it?

These are my waking thoughts this morning.

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Comment by JMac1949 Today on April 26, 2017 at 9:37am

Lately my mornings lying abed have the flavor of a low grade anxiety attack.  I roll over and try to sleep but it's not much use.  Finally I give up and get out of bed to go pee, take my pills and face the Bizarro World of the Beast "45."  Alternative facts are hard to deal with.

Comment by JMac1949 Today on April 26, 2017 at 10:01am

Here's the latest chapter of the nightmare: Trump executive order could rescind national monuments... Highrise casinos in Monument Valley anyone?

Comment by alsoknownas on April 26, 2017 at 10:01am

2 a.m. last night. Awoke with a jolt. There he was in my thoughts.

I may need to wean myself off the news feeds for awhile. I'm really not capable of processing this much and remaining effective in real life.

Other friends are telling me the same about their pre-occupation.

Comment by koshersalaami on April 26, 2017 at 11:19am

What kind of a sick fuck are you for having this occupy part of your mind? Don't think of an elephant. 

Comment by Rosigami on April 26, 2017 at 11:23am

I, too, resent the amount of space in my brain- and time in my day- given over to anxiety about the state of things induced by the current POTUS. I've had to cut waaaay back on my own time spent perusing news. It does nothing but anger me/scare me/frustrate me by turns. This is not good for me, and I know it. Kills creativity, for one thing.

Comment by Safe Bet's Amy on April 26, 2017 at 11:34am

What kind of country is it that allows a beast like this to become its leader? 

When I can't sleep I count sheeple.  There are a lot of sheeple on the right who believe "alt-facts", a bunch of neo-left sheeple (read stealth Republicans, they just won't admit it) who think people would vote for Shillary just because we were told to by the DNC and a bunch of Centralist sheeple who "compromised" themselves into getting absolutely nothing other than being reviled by BOTH the left and the right.

BTW, I voted Green Party so I sleep perfectly fine every night because I actually did my best to change something.

Comment by cheshyre on April 26, 2017 at 12:01pm

You're not alone.

These are times where we just have to make peace with ourselves because that's all we've got.

Comment by older/exasperated on April 27, 2017 at 1:14am

There is a new definition for mental illness: Donald J Trump

I've never tweeted in my life, don't know how, but now I pay people to sit 24 hours a day to inform me when he does. The only thing he has accomplished in his first 100 days is to get the Russian collusion probe out of the headlines. But thankfully there isn't a missing plane and CNN who will not let it go away. It's all scientific you know.....................................o/e

Comment by Sheila Reep on April 27, 2017 at 8:23am

You pay people?  No wonder.

Comment by Ben Sen on April 27, 2017 at 5:00pm

Obviously, you need a new hobby or a new squeeze.


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