I don't often remember dreams but I fell back asleep early this morning and had the strangest dream. In the dream, I was in a room with other people and dogs - some familiar, some not as if we were waiting for something. There was an odd feeling of tension in the room. Suddenly, the closet sliding door flew open and a completely naked pot-bellied Trump came rushing out and fled the room. Then I woke up. I keep thinking of the expression -- the emperor has no clothes -- but who knows what it meant? Perhaps his face has been in ours for so many years, that he is now part of our psyche.
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