I dreamed I met Donald Trump

Somebody introduced me to him. We were sitting on a bench against a wall. The guy who introduced me was sitting between us. Trump was fat and sweaty, sweat rolling in rivulets over the folds of his face and neck. I extended my hand leaning across the guy between us to shake hands. Trump looked at me nervously.
Oh right, I said, covid. Sorry, and withdrew my hand.
We sat there for a minute looking straight ahead. Then I said, Well, if you need anything, just let me know. … Believe me, nobody is more surprised than me.

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