Life Under Trump: Night Terrors and Daytime Hopes
The night after the election, this long-time pacifist dreamed she shot a big white man carrying an arsenal of guns. He was wandering around a room full of people, waving a pistol and threatening to fire. Someone pushed a gun into my hand and said, "Shoot now, while his back is turned!" I shot. Blood seeped from a hole in his back. He fell. I woke up stunned.
And the election results had not changed.