Donald Trump and I

It's a strange dream.

I have been called into President-elect Donald Trump's office. He is trying to recruit me to work computer security for his administration.

I'm struck by his soft voice and respectful mannerisms, a stark contrast to the media portrayal of him that we'd been bombarded with for a year.

In my dream, I am of course not me, but Katrina Buckhold, the protagonist of my BackTracker series.

I decline his job offer, telling him he can't afford me. I say this to antagonize him because he is of course very proud of how wealthy and powerful he is. As Katrina, though, I am wealthy and powerful as well, having inherited millions from my parents' life insurance and having invested it both wisely, as of late, and in the lucrative cocaine market during my year with The Traz biker gang,

This wealth plus the fact I am the top techie in the world makes me at least on par with Trump in the power department.

"If you don't believe me, google it," I tell him, walking out.

It's not that Trump can't afford me. These days I usually work for free, my payment being the joy I get from doing great things that no one else can do.  I'm just letting him know I can't be bought.

I meet up with President Obama down the hall. I am apparently working for him as a Public Relations person.  I tell him there is no fricken way I'm working for Trump, that I gave up my career in computers for valid reasons and have no desire to return to it. I enjoy my PR job.

Obama gives me a knowing smile and I realize that although I have no inclination to work for Donald or with computers, I will end up doing so, for reasons I can't fathom but ones which Obama seems to know. It strikes me that the President is the one who referred me to Trump.

I'm quite curious as to what is going to happen to change my mind. It will have to be something quite extraordinary.

Then the dogs wake me up.

I hate it when dreams end that way...

Donald Trump and I has been brought to you by:

OPERATION MAXTRACKER 

Book 4 in the BackTracker Series

"I was inexorably drawn into this dark and claustrophobic world of coercion, mysterious antagonisms and deep mistrust." ~Gilli Allan, author of Fly or Fall

Eileen Schuh, Author
OPERATION MAXTRACKER
SHADOW RIDERS
DISPASSIONATE LIES
FIREWALLS
FATAL ERROR
Schrӧdinger's Cat
THE TRAZ

I had a dream....

I was awaken from a deep sleep this morning, and the remnants of a powerful dream thereafter shadowed my day.

In my dream I was hiking in the mountains and as I rounded a curve in the trail the land under my feet began slipping down the steep mountain side. I jumped with all my ability and agility and managed to grasp the branch of a tree and pull myself up into it. When I turned to look, the land between me and the tree was gone.

Rescuers came, an entire crew, with heavy machinery and they began building up the land that had disappeared into the valley, even pouring concrete. Tamping.

I was comfortable in the tree and as I waited for the rescuers to reach me, it struck me that I shouldn't have grabbed that tree to save myself. If I had just slid down the hill, it would have been a much easier and less costly for the rescuers to reach me. It was not with any type of misgiving that I thought that...it was more just a rational view of things, an interesting contemplation of events as I waited with little else to do but to muse.
 
Then, my husband woke me up.  I was troubled by the dream, thinking it meant that for the sake of others, I should let myself fail, fall, go downhill...give up. That some how my efforts to keep myself safe, were a burden to others, that life wasn't worth struggling for.  However, none of that fit with my philosophy.  Yes, I was coming off a very sad summer and was still grieving the loss of my mom, and only slowly coming out of depression. But I still felt myself worthy of surviving.

As I began writing out this dream, it struck me I had misinterpreted it. What the dream images were telling me was that I was hanging onto something I shouldn't. I ought to let go of something comforting and secure because life would proceed quicker and easier if I did. People would be able to get closer to me, help would be nearer...if only I were to let go.

Eileen Schuh, Author
FATAL ERROR
Schrödinger's Cat
THE TRAZ
 www.eileenschuh.com