I had a dream a couple of days ago that took place in a future where Trump had been in prison, died and stuff had gotten better. A lot of stuff that’s uncertain now had been proven. The specific scene of the dream was me and part of my family along with others, imaginary people who were also family, sitting down to watch news and seeing coverage of dig sites at trumps golf course where many skeletons had been found, and more were expected. There had already been many more found on Epsteins island and other places. The general feeling was of having been through some fucked up shit but we, all of humanity, managed to do better than we all thought and expected and were now in the “after a war” moment of just finding out as much as possible of what really had happened.
It was a very heavy, both in good and bad ways, moment.
It’s stuck with me and I really hope we can get to that point, or something even remotely close, sometime soon enough.
I had a dream too. I was on the beach, and noticed
epstein casually walking to the ocean to swim. I screamed like a maniac, every epithet you could think of, rapist, murderer, traitor, everything. Epstein didn’t care, didn’t even acknowledge it- just kept walking. I looked around at a crowd of onlookers for help. They were only looking at me. Who was the crazy person disrupting things? I started to doubt myself. Was I crazy? Could all of this really be true? Things seem to be continuing as normal. How could unspeakable horrors have been at the core of western society for decades?
Reminded me of the ending of ‘brave new world’ if anyone here has read that one. Pretty chilling.
I had a dream a couple of days ago that took place in a future where Trump had been in prison, died and stuff had gotten better. A lot of stuff that’s uncertain now had been proven. The specific scene of the dream was me and part of my family along with others, imaginary people who were also family, sitting down to watch news and seeing coverage of dig sites at trumps golf course where many skeletons had been found, and more were expected. There had already been many more found on Epsteins island and other places. The general feeling was of having been through some fucked up shit but we, all of humanity, managed to do better than we all thought and expected and were now in the “after a war” moment of just finding out as much as possible of what really had happened.
It was a very heavy, both in good and bad ways, moment.
It’s stuck with me and I really hope we can get to that point, or something even remotely close, sometime soon enough.
I had a dream too. I was on the beach, and noticed epstein casually walking to the ocean to swim. I screamed like a maniac, every epithet you could think of, rapist, murderer, traitor, everything. Epstein didn’t care, didn’t even acknowledge it- just kept walking. I looked around at a crowd of onlookers for help. They were only looking at me. Who was the crazy person disrupting things? I started to doubt myself. Was I crazy? Could all of this really be true? Things seem to be continuing as normal. How could unspeakable horrors have been at the core of western society for decades?
Reminded me of the ending of ‘brave new world’ if anyone here has read that one. Pretty chilling.