I met Trump in a dream recently. I had been invited to the White House for a face-to-face. He was very reserved and mild-mannered. He was also exhausted. I had no idea ahead of time the purpose of our meeting. Turned out he wanted me to create whatever story about him I chose, using video footage of his daily life taken by White House shooters.
I felt he knew that I was an adversary, that I thought he was unfit to be president, but I felt he also knew (via my essays) that I didn’t hate him, or even dislike him, and in fact felt quite compassionately toward him. That’s why he had reached out to me, it seemed.
