It started out really weird. Donald Trump was hosting this giant tournament for select people to compete in. He chose a handful of very rich and famous people, and then for some reason he picked me as well. I didn’t really want to be in the tournament but I was forced to be. Every challenge I felt was unfair to me because mine felt much more difficult than the celebrities’ challenges. For example my last few challenges required me surviving and having to find a way to fight a tiger while one of my opponents had to answer simple trivia questions.
In the end me and a couple people ended up winning. One of the people that won somehow was Kim Kardashian and she said she really felt like we had bonded from our experience. I was confused but went along with it and she somehow got me to propose to her?! So we were going to get married but I was just confused and didn’t think I wanted to marry her, I would talk to her and we didn’t like any of the same things but she was madly in love with me. So I spent the rest of that part of the nightmare feeling both traumatized and bitter about the trials I had been through and anxious and upset about the upcoming wedding.
After that the nightmare turned into me spending time with my family at a children’s museum that was pretty cool. But there I ended up finding out my dad was a pedophile…and it was gross. Then I got stuck doing a lot of repetitive activity and I’m pretty sure it ended with me being raped by a demon again, so it turned into another stupid PTSD nightmare. Anyways. I was doing my best not to be disturbed by it all today.