I had this weird dream last night. I dreamt I was walking into some sort of living room. I think it may have been the one at my Grandma Harms’ house. My younger brother was asleep on the couch. The room’s only light came from a TV. It was playing a Community Calendar show the local PBS station broadcast every night before signing off while I was growing up. It was talking about a Norman Lear play about life after a nuclear holocaust. (I don’t think the man responsible for ALL IN THE FAMILY actually wrote a play about life after a nuclear holocaust. Remember, this was a dream.)
That dream reminded me of one of my greatest fears about life during Trumptime: that he will somehow launch a nuclear attack, which will then lead to a nuclear holocaust. And as a result I will die, or life will become so damned wretched that I will want to die.
I’m just so f—ing anxious.