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This seems promising but then I see that the surf is rolling in. The storm surge will soon

flood the house.

I had my first dream about climate change in the late 1970’s. I dreamed the seasons out

of joint and the sun too hot. I have had many since then. But in this post-Trump dream,

climate change is on my doorstep. Drought and flood, two of the rising environmental

threats brought about by an overheated planet, are immediate threats to my home.

This was my first dream response to Trump—that with him as our leader, the ecocidal

madness of our civilization would now be driven up to the highest notch. The

ascendancy of Trump is a threat to the earth and all its sentient beings, a threat that, if

left unchecked, will speed our way to planetary disaster.

Dream #2

I am walking through a house and there’s a single bed in a small room. I’m about to lie

down when I alarmed by a man in my bed. It is Trump, wearing nothing but loose white

underpants, expecting me to have sex with him! His body is covered with little blond

hairs, a big bloated mass of air and fat. He is smiling a smug little grin and very pleased

himself. Then he turns to show me his backside and says “Oops! I took a dump in my

pants!” He thinks his being full of shit is amusing. I am filled with a disgust so

overwhelming that it is palpable when I wake up.

This dream speaks for itself. People of good conscience are experiencing en masse a

kind of moral repugnance and nausea, responding to a noxious, noisome poison

circulating in the air, a poison we are breathing in and that we cannot escape—though

we can try to mitigate its effects.

The bulk of my dreams for the next several months had do with being hunted by violent

men, running, trying to escape. The terror of my parents’ world, now mine. Other dreams

concerned my fears for my daughter’s health and safety. Esther is a beautiful soul with a

multitude of physical and mental disabilities who relies on state funding to support her in

the group home in which she lives and the day program in which she participates. In one

dream, her funding dries up—again, a very rational fear. In another, I dream that, from