astercontrol:

Holy shit someone really tried to assassinate the annoying orange

This is driving me crazy because just a couple days ago I had a hilariously weirdly specific dream about him dying– unlike my usual dreams, not vague and completely incoherent but the sort of dream where telling someone you dreamt it is an actually funny story – and I remember I thought about writing it down and posting about it, but for some reason I didn’t?? And now I can’t remember any of the details of it! Damn it.

Ok shit. I woke up just now (3:30ish a.m.) with a bunch of thoughts in my head about “what would actually happen to US politics if he did die and how much would it matter how?” and that kinda stuff

and suddenly one of those thoughts jogged the memory of that whole dream from a few days ago, and a bunch of the details of it came back to me.

So I’m writing it down before I forget again

It’s not as snappy or funny as I thought I remembered it. There’s not really any way to reduce it to an amusing little summary. But it was vivid, I remember that.

So I was on some kind of bus tour with a group. The bus we were using was, for some reason, one of the short special-ed buses from a public school. (Which I have a pretty clear image of, because my autistic ass rode those buses in school IRL).

I was near the back of the bus, sitting with a woman I knew fairly well (not someone I know IRL as far as I can remember)

A guy in the bus suddenly walked toward the back where we were, and stood facing the very back. I don’t remember actually seeing a door in the back of the bus or seeing him trying to open one, but I remember I got the sense that there was a door and he could open it. That part’s vague.

And he set down a folder on one of the seats back there, and said something like “don’t ask how I got this. I’m going to step outside now.”

The folder was brown and marked with Xs, and it seemed clear to me that it contained something really incriminating, like a bunch of illegal porn or something. The guy was watching me and the other lady, like he was waiting for us to acknowledge what he said. He might have repeated the “I’m going to step outside now.”

And I had the realization: we’re in a bus on the highway, going really fast. if he “steps outside” he’ll die. He’s killing himself, probably over these papers that’ll be the end of him if he’s caught with them.

But the other woman with me didn’t get the same realization. She just said something politely oblivious like “ok, bye!”

And the guy opened the door and walked out.

And then there was a long holdup while the bus came to a halt and this guy’s sudden death was investigated, and we got questioned about what we’d seen and so on

And during this, it came up that yeah, the guy was DT. We hadn’t recognized him. He hadn’t done his hair or makeup at all. he’d just looked like an ordinary sad old guy.

As I write this now, I’m realizing DT has shown up in my dreams before –in the vague, not so vivid ones I usually have, usually in contexts like “I’m working some customer service job and have to be polite to him.” Never had a dream about him dying before.

And it turned out this one also wasn’t about him dying – it came to light afterwards that he’d survived hitting the freeway at high speed, by “taking muscle relaxants” beforehand.

which makes no damn sense, but then, neither does anything else in my dreams.