Political Nightmare

I jumped out of a cold bed after a rather disturbing keen dream I was standing in front of a corpulent old white horse, teeth clearly seen. Pompous orange mane, and a patronizing shake of an empty horse head Woke me up with visions of him plowing me into a ground, big and mean. I was standing in front of him, trying to get him to stop. He shook his orange mane, and he pushed ‘til I dropped. I landed in a hole with a whole bunch of others, Fathers, grandmas, cousins, sisters and brothers. They built a human totem pole and snatched me to the top. I watched the horse chew up black and white, old and young. He threw them into buildings, and he plowed them into holes. He grabbed some young ones from their mothers, and taped them to some poles. I watched as his corpulent fat cells laughed, turning this horse into something certifiable. In fact White Horse looked much more pig-like now, this was completely undeniable. A bald eagle flew by, holding an American flag. Filling me with a tiny bit of hope. That horse took out an assault rifle and riddled it with bullets, that big fat ugly dope. So I crawled back into the hole, and we covered it up with our sorrow. Perhaps my dream will be better after he leaves Time Square tomorrow.