Dream of: 15 January 2020 (2) "Power Of Concentration"

 

I am with my old friend from high school, Steve Buckner (1952-2012), at his home. Steve is probably in his early 20s, and he has been charged with a drug offense.

Steve's father - who works for the government - is also here. His father has arranged for the drug charges to be dismissed. At least, something is going to happen to the drug charges, although I am not sure exactly what. It seems that the charges have not been completely dismissed.

Steve decides to go visit Donald Trump, and I go with him. We arrive at an old, two-story, frame house. Steve and I step onto the front porch, and Trump - wearing a white shirt - comes to the door. He is a big man. After he opens the door, Steve and I walk into the living room, which appears to be Trump's living quarters. It has a mantel, and many little personal items are sitting around the cluttered room.

Steve starts talking with Trump about his problem, but Trump seems reluctant to help him. I finally think I should say something in support of Steve. I say that I have known Steve since the "sixth grade," then I change that to the "seventh grade." I tell Trump that I used to stay all night with Steve and that I have stayed all night with him many times when we were children. I try to build Steve up, but Trump still does not seem as if he is on board.

Trump looks a little disheveled. His shirt is hanging out. Finally, he picks up something which looks like a thick glass box about 8x4x4 inches. I realize that this glass box is a bong. Trump puts one end of the box up to his mouth and takes a hit. He then offers it to me. I reflect that I had not wanted to use drugs in front of Trump, but since he offers it to me, I take the glass box and take a long hit, but I do not seem to receive much smoke.

I set down the box, and we continue talking. Steve then chimes in that he just finished talking to someone on the phone, and that he has been informed that Trump has already called a certain woman in charge, and has given instructions for the charges against Steve to be dismissed. So it looks as Steve and I have accomplished our mission here. I am totally surprised. I reflect that when Trump orders something to be done, then it is done. Period. At some point, Steve gives Trump a kiss. That seems like a big deal to me - to actually kiss the president. As we continue talking, I feel in a very good mood. While Trump is sitting on the couch, I say to him, "Can I ask you a question?"
He answers, "Sure."

I immediately think how stupid my question was. I never like to ask someone if "I can ask them a question." Yet here I have asked this inane question.

I want to know how Trump manages to deal with so many things on his mind at the same time. I wonder if it is a matter of concentrating on one thing at a time. Since it seems to me that Trump's most important skill is "concentration," I ask him if it is a matter of "concentration." He does not look as if he is interested in talking about that, and he really does not answer, but I think that "concentration" must be the answer to my question.

A bearded fellow (probably in his 30s) walks in. He appears to be associated with Trump. He gives the impression that he is going to join in the party since it now appears to be all out in the open that Trump smokes pot. I think we may spend the whole evening here partying with Trump. I am much enjoying myself. I wonder if I should tell other people that I was partying like this with Trump. I think this is probably confidential, but not telling people about this party is going to be difficult.

I finally realize that Trump has rolled a joint. He takes a hit off the joint and hands it to me. I try to take it, but I cannot seem to get a grip on it. I drop the joint, and Trump picks it up. He tries again to hand it to me, fails, and finally lays the joint on my leg. I try to pick the joint up off my leg.

Commentary of 19 January 2020

It seems as if Trump brings out the devil in me. I know that he is dangerous, but he is just so entertaining, I cannot help but enjoy seeing him in my dreams.

the way you live is
absorbed in every fiber
of your living soul

Picture: V838 Monocerotis - a red star in the constellation Monoceros about 20,000 light years from the Sun, 2005

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