DREAMS CONTINUE TO SPEAK
Last night, I was serving in the (GAG!) Trump White House.
Dressed to the nine's in golden cocktail dresses and heels.
But not allowed to sit at the "council" table because "men MIGHT be arriving, and we have to leave a place for them."
I took a seat anyway - was challenged, and told to move - told them I felt degraded, dismissed and ignored.
Still had to leave the table - but remained on board to work undercover. And discovered some very disturbing long-range plans.
A lot of judgement and classifications and sections.
Upsetting dream.
Dressed to the nine's in golden cocktail dresses and heels.
But not allowed to sit at the "council" table because "men MIGHT be arriving, and we have to leave a place for them."
I took a seat anyway - was challenged, and told to move - told them I felt degraded, dismissed and ignored.
Still had to leave the table - but remained on board to work undercover. And discovered some very disturbing long-range plans.
A lot of judgement and classifications and sections.
Upsetting dream.
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