(Sunday, January 21, 2024)
This is a dream with a lot of details I have forgotten as I did not write it down immediately. Really, I want to forget it because Ted Cruz is helping the X President cross a small, low-level wooden bridge on a thin, tiny creek. Ted knows me and cheerfully says “Hello Denise!” This shocks me. X is overcome with dementia: he cannot speak logically and he can barely walk. He bends to and fro. His words have no order, like aphasia.