This is what it’s been like for me:
Last night I dreamt that a guy named Hampton, or Harrington, with a portfolio in his hand and a hat cocked to the side of his head as if he was an old time reporter – think conservative writer Matt Drudge – came to my door trying to sell me something.
I instantly backed away because he wasn’t wearing a mask.
But he kept talking and, when he saw I wasn’t responding to some right wing or religious claptrap he was peddling, he reached his arm out to jam the door and blurted out incredulously,
Wait, you haven’t heard of me????
I then gave him one of my famous eye rolls (Note: Okay, two) and slammed the door in his face.
My heart was beating fast and I was pissed!
This demented, unknown asshole — how dare he infiltrate my safe space!
Never mind this was my old apartment, located on the ground floor of a duplex from the sixties, that I haven’t lived in for 10 years.
Anyway, I turned from the door and went through the living room and then around the corner, past my bedroom, and through the hall to my home office, where I see Hampton, or Harrington, or whoever the f-k he claimed to be, actually crawling through my floor-to-ceiling door/window.
How he got it open, I have no idea, since as I recall there were bars on all those windows. But these type of people, well, as we all know too well after the last four years, they have their ways, right?
In any event, there I go running into the room where somehow this little sh-t has now somehow gotten his foot through the glass, ready to push him out and break the glass and sever his presumptuous soon to be dangling limb, if need be.
But before I can do anything I notice right next to him this cute little young woman, sitting at a large table she’s set up on the landing next to my doorway. It’s got a large colorful tablecloth with a gorgeous set up of orange juice, muffins, teacakes, coffee, lemonade and the like, and she’s commandeered my entire area, ready to sell or perhaps even give it all away to a line of very clean-looking smiley people from, I’m guessing Indiana or some such Midwest state, certainly not West Hollywood, which is where my apartment was located.
I look at this woman, also mask-less and unsurprisingly sunny blonde, and think what the f-ck, but she just stares at me with this Up With People sort of smile and gestures to the o.j. and muffins.
Despite how good they look (Note: Yeah, I have to admit that) I say to her almost tongue-tied:
What??? You can’t be here. What are you doing here????
Meanwhile, Hampton’s long leg has now almost touched the floor in my office, as I’m pressing the glass door closed against him and start yelling:
Get out! Get out! GET. THE F-CK. OUT!!!!!!!!
Well, I can’t tell you if I won or lost because then…
I WOKE. THE F-CK. UP.
Of course, missing from this dream was my husband of almost 32 years, who was living with me in that apartment. God knows where those people stashed him.
Also gone was any semblance of anyone else to help me. All that I saw was the phony sunshine being offered by these charlatans from a demented world that people were lining up to buy into in droves.
Does any of this sound, well, familiar?
As I watched Donald Trump this weekend immorally and probably illegally nominate someone who will arguably be the most conservative person ever to occupy a seat on the US Supreme Court, Amy Coney Barrett, I couldn’t help but reconsider, in light of this dream, what I secretly thought about myself at several points in my childhood when I had feelings about things that, in a matter of time, would turn out to actually happen:
I have ESP!
Then I realized the ugly truth. I’m not special and I’d bet all 65 million of us have at times in the last four years been having various versions of this very same…well, let’s just call it as it is…nightmare.
Amy Coney Barrett, as well as the young girl at the breakfast table, and even Hampton or Harrington, might seem perfectly sunny to hang out with. In fact, this would be especially so as long as they bring those muffins and orange juice and we have all taken a cup of Instant Smile in order to avoid talking about anything meaningful aside from their glistening and hypnotizing, well, cleanliness.
But if we dare to blink our eyes a few times or, god/gosh forbid, think, it quickly becomes clear that what we’re really feasting on is, in reality, the beginning of our own demise. The homogenization of difference. The demonization and illegalization of the essence of who most of the 65 million of us are, or certainly believe in.
Ms. Barrett and Mr. Trump smiled a great game from the Rose Garden Saturday afternoon. Heck, so did even Kellyanne Conway and Fox News’ Laura Ingraham from the audience, and when was the last time you could say that about the latter?
But make no mistake. If you are female, if you are LGBTQ, if you are not guided by religion, if you are non-white, OR if you are at all an ally in any sort of way of any of the aforementioned above, you should be more than alarmed.
Not to mention, you can also now count yourself, as allies, among that infamous 65 million of 2016 whose beliefs and lives will truly be in peril. (Note: aka The Majority).
I won’t go through all the many ways we should be panicked at the nomination and likely immoral confirmation of this woman. Read these links and simply let the facts do it for you:
But what I will do is encourage you all to remember that though dreams and nightmares are personal works of fiction, they spring from the reality of your mind.
Now more than ever in the next five weeks heading up to this election it’s important that each and every one of us trust in our minds, in our own ways of thinking, and especially in our own instincts on impending danger, and take any actions available to save ourselves, our compatriots and, most of all, even our fellow citizens/enemies from the worst of themselves.
Or shall I say, all of ourselves???
Alice Cooper – “Welcome to My Nightmare”