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A few years ago, I dreamed I was on a tire swing in a windswept golden field at dusk. Time began to slow. Donald Trump came riding by on a sled pulled by polar bears. We reached a silent understanding as he gave me a smile and a thumbs up; and he sped off into the autumn sunset. I miss these dreams. These days my brain mostly cooks up scenarios where I’m back in school because I forgot to turn in all my pre-algebra homework.