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I had a strange dream last night...In it I saw myself standing close to Hillary Clinton on the Capitol's western front, where she was due to be sworn in as the first "Lady President" of the US...The ceremony was held on a gigantic floating platform on which I at times felt  close to the clouds...In addition to Hillary and Bill Clinton, President Obama was there and he introduced me to his mother...I remember that I touched her face to feel her skin, before one of the Secret Service guys pulled my arm away from her... I also remember being surrounded by a number of attendees such as the late embassador of the US to Libya, who was playing Russian Roulette with Vince Foster...I swear to God,  in that moment I said to myself "I have to google these two guys when I wake up"...strange,isn't it?...In the next scene I was in "the Beast" sitting between Bill and Lillian Pinkus heading for the White House...When we arrived, I was the first one to get out, followed by Hillary and Bill...All three of us climbed up a wall to jump down at the entrance of the White House...I pushed the buzzer, and we all waited...then the door opened...And guess who opened the door?...Donald Trump...who puckered his lips and said to Bill, "You are fired," at which moment Bill Clinton looked at me and asked if Donald was serious; so I asked him if he was...I can't exactly remember what happened next but I do recall Hillary whispering in my ears:" it's the payback time for his Jewish-slut thing, Mini" to which I instinctively replied: "then take Lillian to your new bedroom, Madame president; this nation deserves a lesbian president after two terms of a black Muslim in the oval office"...As I was walking home, Yasser Arafat handed me a piece of paper, on which this was written: " To be a Jewish slut is far better than to be a slut for Zionists"...

Today I called my shrink, Dr. Lobbyberg to tell him about my nightmare and ask for any advice that he could possibly give. He told me that it's an epidemic called "Bernietitis" which has to go away by itself. I can never forget his loud, sadistic-like laughter, when I said, "I feel the Bern, doc...I feel the Bern, doc" before hanging up the phone on me...