Trump

I dreamed that I met President elect Trump, and he was wearing a light blue track suit. He was trying to grope me and whispering in my ears and trying to kiss my neck, and I was disgusted, but I didn't say anything because I didn't want to cause a scene. I simply inched away and forced a smile. Shortly after I got away, I called my mom because she hadn't come to pick me up yet, and I was really worried. When she answered, she sounded groggy and not at all like herself, apparently because she had been to the dentist and gotten some kind of medicine. She told me she was going 99 down Augusta road, and I was really worried, so I started walking towards the area, assuming I would see a Dodge neon somehow going 99 down a city street. People kept getting in my way, and finally I got aggravated and stood up and told everyone that Trump was a creepy and an arrogant jerk, and he wasn't a good person at all and didn't deserve anyone's vote. People gasped in horror at my statements. One of my friends offered to give me a ride to where my mother was, and we went.