On Dreaming about Trump

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I had a dream about Donald Trump last night, and the weird thing was in my dream I wasn’t really angry at him. I still disapproved of him, but emotionally I felt fairly neutral. In real life, I have noticed, too, that I’ve been less angry at Trump in recent weeks–not less disapproving; he continues to accelerate toward terrifying dictator, but less angry.

I put this down to my fledgling Buddhist practice, which I’ve been acting practicing for about four (?) months now. It really has made a marked change in my levels of anger. And it is very much a relief.

I am reminded slantwise of a friend who is a trans woman remarking that when she started female hormones, it felt like the first time in her life she could actually relax, that there wasn’t some driving compulsion in the background always saying, “Go, go, go!” Myself, I have always had a female hormone mix, but it is a relief to be able to step, even sometimes, off the speeding locomotive of continual rage.

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Arwen Spicer
Arwen Spicer

Arwen Spicer is a science fiction writer and writing teacher raised in the San Fransciso Bay Area, and Northern California will hold her heart forever, even if it turns into a desert. She wrote her doctoral dissertation on ecology in utopian science fiction and is an educator on the concept of workable utopias. Her novel The Hour before Morning was hailed as “A carefully paced, rewarding sci-fi debut” by Kirkus Indie.

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Arwen Spicer

Arwen Spicer

Arwen Spicer is a science fiction writer and writing teacher raised in the San Fransciso Bay Area, and Northern California will hold her heart forever, even if it turns into a desert. She wrote her doctoral dissertation on ecology in utopian science fiction and is an educator on the concept of workable utopias. Her novel The Hour before Morning was hailed as “A carefully paced, rewarding sci-fi debut” by Kirkus Indie.

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