Ghosts and dictators and pie, oh my

My nightmares are worse than ever, but my other dreams were preposterous and comical last night.

I am in the house where I have often had precognitive dreams of family deaths as well as mundane dreams from simply growing up there. It is night time and my mother and sister decide to sleep in the living room on the only furniture in there,  two couches. I could sleep in there, but there is another couch in the room attached to it, so I go out there.  I am covered up and it is pitch black when I begin feeling something crowding down on me. After trying to tell myself it is only my imagination I panic and call for help from my mother and sister. They don't seem to hear me. Maybe they are too sound asleep, so I try calling louder even though it might make whatever is surrounding me worse. Finally I shriek as loud as I can, "Help me!" I wake up, confused, still afraid and then worried that my neighbors heard.

Next dream I find myself passing a big red shiny bus on my way to work. When I get to work there is Trump lolling in my chair at my desk. He is very suave, like a fox, presenting his "deal" to me and asking me to sign off on it, but I won't and my coworker is afraid for me. She says I am making a big mistake.

I am outside the work building and see Trump picking up his three year old son from nursery school. The little boy is so excited. He runs and leaps into his daddy's arms. Trump hugs him and plays with him and I am quite taken with this side of him. I follow him into the preschool where I work. It is huge, like a mall, very posh and modern with tall dark metal stairways and bright light cubicle rooms. Trump goes into one of the rooms and comes out wearing dress up clothes and earrings and riding a pogo stick. He is followed by some children also dressed up and playing. One little girl is riding a seven foot tall ostrich decked out in black feathers and wooden two by four legs. I try to put on some red macaw earrings, but when Trump looks at me and raises his eyebrows I drop the back and cannot find it in the mess of toys below my feet.

They head off through the dark hallway and go up to a door at the very top of the stairs. The little girl on the ostrich barely fits through the door. I continue to follow them because it is almost snack time and I want a piece of the pie.