Donald Trump cooked me dinner

Date: 10/17/2018

By iromochii

I was at the Dollar Store with some people on an isle, looking for something. Mother turned towards me and told me to do something with Nick. I looked around, unable to find that guy. I told mother that he was not here, but it took her a long time to finally agree that I was correct. I am then at this house that I believe to be my grandmother's house. Donald-fucking-Trump is there and was making food for us. Despite it being night, he made all of the people there breakfast. He first went over to the large table that pilgram-looking people were sitting at and they practically yanked the food away from him. After giving them food, he wearily walked over to me and this one guy, we held our plates out to him, which signaled that we weren't greedy. Trump smiled before giving us food. He sat down with us before asking if we wanted to play a game, which we said sure The game was that you have to look at a series of paintings and had to find out the meaning of which what was happening. The paintings seemed to have took place inside my grandmother's house. All of the paintings include a young beautiful woman and a person in a plague mask that you would've seen in the 16th century. Afterwards, we were all like arguing about the cat and baby in the paintings, though there were none of those things in there. I left the house, the house looking like my own home with my dog, taking her out so she can use the restroom, but for some reason I didn't put her leash on so I was chasing her around the yard. Eventually I collapsed on the ground, gazing up at the stars, when all of a sudden a sudden wave of anxiety washed over me, believing that I was about to be sexually harassed. And (I believe) then my legs started moving upwards into the sky (I was wearing a dress, mind you). Suddenly, my uncle called out to me to tell me we were leaving and I snapped out of it. I got up before following him. For the rest of the dream, I was just thinking about the paintings I had seen, rambling to people about the cat and baby which were both not present in the paintings.