i had a dream where i went to an alternate universe where my friend wasn't a writer, and he did music instead. i was with my old buddy alan from HS even though he died early this year. when i found (my writer friend)s number i called him and he said "what up (something that sounds like my name but isnt)", and i said what, then he called me "ray", then i asked him if he didnt know who i was why he would call me that. he wasn't sure. i was about to tell him i knew him in an alternate universe but i got this odd feeling and i got a flash of a white screen with black text in my mind, the black text was big font that just said "-9,999" or something and i thought that was a sign i would create a time paradox if i kept saying more so i hung up.
then i was talking with my friend alan and a chinese guy i who i cant remember
then the dream switched to one where donald trump wanted us, it was me and my dad and donald trump requested us specifically.
we were at this place i used to work at but it was set up like a sort of meeting place. when you walk in there was a poster on the wall, it looked like a Lincoln log type object - like a 3d cylinder, orange with a white background. and said something regarding 'your potential' - maybe like those motivational posters?
then we walked over and there was a group of us to meet trump and when we met him i thought maybe i wasn't supposed to be there but he addressed me directly. he gave me a sticker type thing that became a small blade and told us to stick it to our phones so we could use our phones for protection. mine wouldn't stick to my phone so i put it on a lighter. his words seemed cryptic to me.
when we left, a group of people were waiting and asked what was going on and why we were called. everyone explained and was confused, then i told my group i thought that trump was speaking secretly, and that he was trying to tell us something about extra terrestrials or similar, and i started using the poster and his words regarding self defense and something else i cant remember as examples.
then i was on a train, it felt more like a school bus, in the middle of a winter landscape. the train stopped because of the snow maybe. near a big forest and we heard the trees bending and cracking, as we all listened scared and some girl asked "what could do that to the trees"
we sat and looked to try and see what was doing it, then i noticed very close by under a bridge sort...
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