I don’t have contacts in “high places.” I’m no kind of pundit. I usually hesitate to speak up about the ongoing socio-politico-economic catastrophe because I don’t feel qualified to say much. What do I know? I live on gulps of hopium harvested from Gab and GA dot win, and struggle with despair between the gulps.

But lately, in recent weeks, I’ve been having Dreams. Big, dramatic, memorable, impossible to ignore Dreams. I woke up this morning at 3AM right out of one of them.

Look, I’m no datefag. I gave up on that habit after Nov. 4. But damn, something is up with the dreams. Maybe it’s just me reaching the end of my rope (I hope it’s not a noose!)

The dream:

I’m in a maze of narrow passages carved out of limestone, deep underground. I am so afraid I will be trapped down here until I die. There is panic, fear, claustrophobia. I seem to be going deeper and deeper, and the tunnels are getting narrower. Help!

Then I see a light! I hear a roaring sound, like waves or the wind. There is an opening up and out, and all at once I emerge into sunlight. The roaring sound is thousands and thousands of people in red hats, cheering and clapping and chanting. Holy Trump! It’s a MAGA rally! I am saved!

There are tears as I type this, I admit it. I have no idea if there is about to be a Habbening with the impeachment trial or Blessed Pillow Man’s vid or anything else. But this morning, I feel like I must share.

Thank you for reading this, and thank you to all those wonderful optimistic Blabbers and GAW-ers for helping to keep me alive during this difficult time.

I love all of you.