Loving your projections, as usual pisshead. Maybe you should deal with yourself first. Because in the end, that too will die with you.
Anyway. Just woke up from another dream. I met Obama and Trump... I was cracking jokes about trump with obama about how little Britain would always get into bed with trump.
But when I talked to trump, he said nothing and got bored about me talking about my illness interacting with my parents illness. In the end I got anxious, I lied that I was a fan of him without referring to his illness even though he knew I was about to talk about his, shook his hand apologetically and the dream ended.