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Donald Trump led me away from the hair cage. "This is the most ridiculous dream I've ever had." I said. The world around me suddenly went watercolor and drained away into darkness. I flailed my arms wildly through the air in an attempt to attack the darkness. But, it was no use. The darkness paid me no heed. After a while I became tired and sat down. I thought about my insomnia and the other poorly defined and seldom mentioned changes that brought me to this point. I thought about Mr. Hendrick and how when I found him he had changed his name to Dr. Brown. I laughed at my confusion about the medicine and I wondered why Alice had showed up multiple times and contributed so little to the dream I was still having. Then it hit me. I. was. still. dreaming. This was a strange realization for me. I had never really become aware of my dreams before. "There's a name for this, I know it." I couldn't remember it. I stared around in the darkness not seeing anything, just thinking about how I was dreaming. The darkness was putting me on edge and I became desperate to see something. I tried to move my hand in front of my face, but to my dismay, I no longer had any discernible hand or face. For all intents and purposes I was little more than a transparent eyeball gazing at a never-ending void. I wanted to scream out to prove that my in-dream existence had meaning. But did it? Did anything I did in a dream really have any meaning at all? Upon awaking anything that happened in the dream would be little more than an easily forgotten memory of little substance. If I was lucky enough to remember any of this strange twisting dream upon waking the most it could do is give me a conversation piece at dinner or with my co-workers. People say dreams are a window into one's own psyche, but I'm a see-through eyeball in a limitless black nothingness. What does that say about me? Is this the result of the medicine or am I the real problem? Have I not been sleeping because I didn't want to face the emptiness that is me? "Well, it seems I'm stuck here now." I would have said had I had a mouth. "I am here in the darkness! Perhaps, I am the darkness." I thought to the nothingness. "But what's wrong with that? If my sub-conscience is a black void then that's what it is. If anything, that means there is plenty of room to fill up with potential." The deep unpenetrable black did not respond. "I accept myself. I. Accept. Myself." I repeated the mantra over and over and suddenly I could tell something was changing. I began moving through the darkness gaining speed with every second suddenly the darkness was seeming less dark. My view was zooming out and a blue circle suddenly surrounded the darkness then white around that. I was looking at an eye. I continued moving out. everything went black for a moment and then I was looking at a closed eyelid and a face. My face. I was lying in bed and I was smiling. Then I woke up. I knew it was real this time too. The pills were sitting on my bedside table and I felt, well, really tired to be honest, but one does not make up forty days of sleep in one night. I noticed it was dark outside and decided to check the time to see how long I had slept. When I looked at my alarm clock I wanted to cry. It read 2:58 AM. I had only slept TWO HOURS!!!! I wanted to die. But, then I had another thought and checked my laptop. I wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not. It was the next day. I had slept for 26 hours. I decided I would wait until at least dawn before calling doctor brown. I tried to remember my dream, but could only remember something about Donald Trump and being happy with myself. I figured the two were probably linked and decided to vote for Donald Trump. After all, dreams are a glimpse into our subconsciousness and if mine was giving good vibes with Mr. Trump then it must have been what my sub-conscience wanted.