I am a part of Trump's security detail. It's not because I'm Secret Service. For some reason, in this case, it is thought to be strategic to have an average citizen be near him rather than secret service. The event is outside, but we're in a kind of portico space. I'm seated next to him on a bench. My gun, a rifle, is under the bench. In the dream that's all part of the strategy of protecting him, though I can't explain to you why that would be. In the dream, I am more skilled in firearms than I am in real life, so it's at least plausible that I could have been tapped for this duty. In the dream, there's none of the RL distaste I have for Trump. I'm like intellectually aware that he's a president I don't favor, but I have no strong feelings against him. Also in the dream, Trump isn't being his usually obnoxious self in any way. He's just sitting on the bench. We don't converse. The only remarkable aspect of being that near to him is my being able to see clearly that he has a bulletproof vest beneath his suit. The event goes off without an incident, and Trump just disappears from the dream--goes on his way, I guess. Whoever has organized the event for some reason thinks the citizens who have been involved might need some time to process the event, so there's a kind of chapel area where you could spend some time praying or just meditating about what just happened (even though nothing happened). It's kind of heavily expected that everyone involved will (and will want to) do something in this meditation room, so I join the line that is forming. The number of people who had been involved surprises me. I knew in the dream that I hadn't been the only one, but there are thirty or forty people who gather to form this line, and that's more than I had known there were.
Funny to me to have Trump figure in a dream and it's drained of all of my RL feelings about Trump.
