Hellowe'en Dream

I had an awful dream last night.
I had biked to attend what I thought was a fireworks display, only to discover that it was actually Donald Trump’s Presidential Election Victory Celebration. It turned out that on the eve of the vote, Hillary Clinton had decided to leave her husband and shack up with Trump to form what she called ‘The Ultimate Sex-Led Power-Party in American Political History’ She looked strangely younger and thinner than in real life, but I guess that’s what happens when you sell your soul to the devil.
I tried to bike away from it all but my wheels were stuck in mud and no matter how hard I pedalled I couldn’t get anywhere. Then a guy came over dressed like Ronald McDonald and said “I’d stay where you are mate. Why race off? The blast from a hydrogen bomb travels 20 miles so it’s not as if you’ll escape with your life intact.”
I knew I shouldn’t have watched that late night documentary. It put strange worries in my head that my subconscious obviously tried to eviscerate in the dreamsphere. 
Sometimes I wish I was thicker, so I’d only dream about things like chocolate and midgets wrestling. 

RC 31-10-16