I had a dream

I recently had a vivid dream.

I was in a Trump prison because of something I said. I was given permission to roam the building freely, but it was a dark, dingy place. Everything was a shade of grey, the walls, the floor, the furniture, everything.

I asked if I could have my phone back. I was told yes I could, but they said nobody could find it. At one point I saw through a doorway my phone being pulled out of a basket or something, but I was still told it couldn't be found.

I then met a man who looked and talked like an old retired Nazi. He said he could help me if I did what he said. But he was so smarmy I  just said no thanks and moved on.

Next I was sitting on a bench at a table contemplating my situation.  An attractive blonde woman in black business attire and carrying a briefcase came up to me. She handed me a small crumpled piece of paper with a symbol on it, and a small rectangular cinnamon cookie. She said "Here's something to help and something to make you feel better" then she walked away. 

I looked at the paper and didn't know what to make of it. I picked up the cookie and wondered if the lady could be trusted. I decided not to eat the cookie thinking it might be poisoned. Then I woke up. 

I thought about how being told I could have my phone gave the impression that I still had the right of free speech, but without the means to communicate with the outside world I realized free speech was just an illusion. The sudden "indefinite" suspension of Jimmy Kimmel's show that same week came to mind as being similar. (Fortunately, thanks to public pressure the suspension only lasted a week.)

It was clear to me that the old Nazi couldn't be trusted, but he made me wonder if anyone in this place could be trusted. So when the nice lady who may have been able to help me gave me something, I chose not to trust her either. 

This is how Trump's mental prison works. It makes you so accustomed to seeing evil everywhere that you don't recognize the good that comes your way and you think even that is evil. 

I don't usually remember my dreams, but every once in a while one like this will come along and stick with me, and they always hold a practical lesson to help guide me through some difficulty.