The past 8 years I’ve had vivid dreams about these figures. Potent dreams. We were friends. Despite a period of 7 years of disdaining Trump, all the times we met and were with eachother in my dreams I respected him and endeared him, and he was respectful and kind. This always left me unsettled upon waking, as there appeared to be dissonance in who he was in my dreams and who I think him to be. Musk was always building rockets. Always seemed to have his eye on the stars, always busy and working. In my dreams with him, we never had a personal relationship, like I did with Trump. With Bieber, we we see eachother and embrace eachother as long lost friends. I was never enamored by him. We spoke about intimate feelings and thoughts, shared vulnerability. There was a loneliness that we recognized in eachother, and it comforted us. Despite the throngs of fans, we should sit and talk, hug it out like brothers, and talk about life, the ups and downs, the struggle.
This dreams have always been very bizarre and inexplicable.
I’ve always wondered what they could mean. Other than my wife, there is no one else I ever dream about, and certainly not repeatedly. These figures populated my dreams for years now. It’s strange, but I ask myself what it means, if anything.
William Dare 