I know this might sound crazy but it's almost 24 hours later and it was so impactful I can't stop thinking about it.

I was in the woods, I could hear birds chirping and everything. I started walking and eventually ran into an older man, who I somehow knew to be Thomas Jefferson yes i know this sounds so silly, but whatever. He didn't say anything to me but I followed him through the woods. We finally reached a clearing with green grass and in front of me was the back of the White House. I went inside, was walking down empty corridors with red carpet, some with split level steps? If that makes sense... anyways, I finally reached the end of this hallway to some double doors and I knew it was the Oval Office.

I walked inside and saw Trump standing behind his desk looking out the window. I walked over to him and took his hand, and I just started crying so hard. Like sobbing (in real life). The emotion was so strong I'm crying as I recount this now. Anyways, all I can remember saying to him was something like "fight for us" and "you are our last hope". And I looked in his eyes and it just felt so real. And then we both turned back to the window and looked to the sky and it just felt like God was shining through. Kind of like the clouds from the Lion King where Mufasa comes out to talk, but daylight.

Then I left and walked back to the woods. I ran into Thomas Jefferson again and all he said to me were two things I've heard before but never knew the meaning of "E Pluribus Unum" and "Invictus". I have no idea why. Then he left and the last thing I saw before the dream ended was a huge stag with big, strong antlers. It just felt very symbolic. I don't know.

Anyways, after I looked up the meaning of those two things: E Pluribus Unum means "Out of many, one". And it was the old motto of the United States (the new one is In God We Trust). And then I looked up Invictus and it turns out it's a poem that inspired Nelson Mandela to persevere through hardship:

Out of the night that covers me,

Black as the Pit from pole to pole,

I thank whatever gods may be

For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance

I have not winced nor cried aloud.

Under the bludgeonings of chance

My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears

Looms but the Horror of the shade,

And yet the menace of the years

Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,

How charged with punishments the scroll,

I am the master of my fate:

I am the captain of my soul.

I looked up symbolism of the stag, and this is what the internet says:

The stag is the king of the forest, the protector o all other creatures. For the native tribes of North America, the deer was a messenger, an animal of power, and a totem representing sensitivity, intuition and gentleness. Some groups would entrust the hunt to the deer, which was also associated with fertility. There is a Cherokee legend that tells how the deer procured its antlers after winning a race against a rabbit. The animals of the forest wanted to know which of the two was the fastest, but the rabbit cheated before the race and the deer won its antlers.

So, yeah. Pretty amazing stuff.

I still don't know the meaning of Thomas Jefferson though.