Ew! Eugh! Ick! And all that.
Thankfully, it was a mercifully brief dream and all that I really remember was that the Orange One wasn’t actually in it and that he had ordered a hit on John Denver. (Maybe there was more to him dying in a plane crash than we know.) Weird, huh? Trump had also ordered something else nefarious but I can’t remember what.
Any weird dreams you folks want to share?
I grieve with thee.
~VOW
I dreamt I was sick. Instead of going to the dr. Someone had insisted the dr. make a housecall. I was mortfied. I did not want this to happen. I hid in the closet. I woke up before they found me in the closet.
It seems like the perfect solution IRL because I have issues with germs in a clinic. But not in my dreams, apparently.
I’ve been doing about work lately. It’s not good.
But better than married to Trump!
I’m going to interpret your dream using the internet…
The ordering of a “hit”:
My conclusion: You are apprehensive that Trump will declare himself President-for-Life and purposely kill off the good things in your life, represented in your dream by John Denver.
Do mine. Do mine!!
I’ve shared this before, but … I once had a nightmare that Mick Jagger had a crush on me.
To this day I can feel the warm rush of relief that coursed through me when I woke up and realized it was only a dream.
Many, many years ago, before we know what we know of him today, I dreamed that I was Michael Jackson’s chauffeur. He was sick and tired of being famous, so he faked his death. We sent the limo over a cliff and he said he was going off to someplace that began with an A (Arizona? Alaska?); he walked away while I sat at the edge of the cliff and watched the burning ruins of the car far below.
I also have had President Trump making an appearance in my dreams: https://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=822270
I can only say, I sympathise 
You have my sympathies.
Back when I was a teenager, I had a dream that I met John Lennon (who had been dead for about twelve years, and whom I absolutely idolized). In my dream, we had the following conversation:
“It’s raining.”
“No, it’s snowing.”
“Got a cigarette?”
“No.”
I woke up so mad that my subconscious couldn’t come up with anything better than THAT.
I dreamed that I watched the general manager of the Chicago Cubs get stabbed to death in a Walmart parking lot. I am not a Cubs fan, have never met this guy aside from reading some newspaper articles and seeing him once at Fenway Park when he was still with the Red Sox, and haven’t been to a Walmart in about 15 years. But it was so realistic that when I woke up I actually Googled his name to see if he’d been murdered and I had become clairvoyant (spoiler alert: he’s fine). Utterly bizarre.
Edit: Oh, and then there was the dream where I parked my car on some thin ice while my coworker and I went to a mandatory training event. We came back to find that the sun had melted the ice and our cars were sinking in a lake. My coworker ran around freaking out while I was like, “Oh well, State Farm will total it and then I’ll get some money for a downpayment on a new one, no biggie.” The rest of the dream consisted of calling State Farm to file a claim. I woke up and realized that being an adult is boring.
I had a dream the other night that I’d become quite successful selling hand socks. I’m not exactly sure what hand socks are, but they had definitely caught on and become a big hit.
(When I told my wife about this, she said “They have those already, they’re called mittens.” I said “Not mittens. Not gloves. Hand socks.” She said “This sounds like a Seinfeld episode…”)
Half the time I hardly remember my dreams and I rarely ever have dreams that I can recall in vivid visual detail. My most powerful dreams are simply experienced, with sometimes powerful emotions - terror, loneliness, anxiety, sadness, relief, serenity, and occasionally happiness.
The most bizarre dream I recall involving a celebrity was, I had a dream that I had been invited to fight in an amateur celebrity MMA contest and that my opponent was Lebron James. When I finally saw him enter the arena, I panicked and I woke up shortly after, so I guess that means I took a dive.
When I was in grade school I had a dream in which one of the main characters was myself. But I was grown up and did not look at all like me. At one point I was talking to another character and I heard my name called. I turned around in the dream to see tha caller and I woke up. At my bedroom door was the lady who did some housework for my folks, and in addition got us up and sent on our way to school. So my dream self heard something someone in the awake world said.
Thanks for the condolences, everyone. Sorry for not responding sooner. Things got hectic. Loved the replies, though. Especially Walken After Midnight’s interpretation of my dream and Shoeless’ hand socks. That really tickled my fancy.
Today I dreamed about a robotic Bart Simpson with fangs. The image is still quite clear in my mind.
It’s the ultimate catapult nightmare.
Dream: a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person’s mind during sleep.
Nightmare: a frightening or unpleasant dream.
I had a dream I was “with” Jennifer Aniston.
Funny thing is, I didn’t really find her attractive… before that.