What are microphone dreams about?

So I’m in the middle of pulling a 24 hour duty with about 3-4 sleep during, I just woke up and remember this one vivid dream that kept repeating.

At first I start off in this really nice palace area (front lobby) and I’m greeted by really creepy but rich looking people, they lead me down the steps into a much darker dungeon type room. In the rooms there’s 20-30 people sitting around like in a comedy show setting and on the “stage” there’s a man on his knees with a black bag over his head.

They lead me in and set me down in front of him, they explain to me that this man has been caught doing multiple horrible things to younger people and he needed to be punished. Then they handed me a pistol.
Soon after, a small puppy runs up to me with a ribbon tied around his neck, on the ribbon is a piece of paper that I VIVIDLY remember had “$577,511” written on it. I kinda look around and find the woman who was announcing with the microphone right behind and she says “one pull of the trigger and all that money is yours” or something like that. All I remember is next is standing up, pointing the gun at his head, and then waking up in a frantic state.

I would go back to sleep and it would repeat just with different characters for the whole time I slept.

About a month or two before Donald Trump was elected president, I had a dream where I was on a stage, staring in to a crowd where all I could focus on was that behind it, the room faded to black. It was surreal, typical red curtains hung on the sides of the stage, like a typical "movie moment".

I stood next to Trump, the overall feeling of this moment was that he was being inaugurated President. I'm standing a foot or two shorter than him. I remember what he looked like very well, starring up at him, a black suit, white collared shirt tied together with his red tie, america pin safely on his left upper-manboob. He looked down to me with a stern look.

After this introduction I remember taking the microphone and speaking out to the crowd and preaching to not trust this man that he is a fraud and is manipulating us, this really was the focus of the dream and there was so much emotion packed in to this moment.

I am a Canadian and dont follow American politics, let alone Canadian too much for that matter aha. So other than seeing the odd tabloid of youtube clickbait, I was generally unaware of who was who in the American political world.

After my desperate speach to a faceless disapearing in to black crowd, my vision pans to the left where I see what in my mind is a camera, and this is the strange part, this camera was the yellow and red reptilian eye of a dark green eye that was basically attatched to the long neck of a lizard like machine. It opened as I heard the sound of one of those 90s wind up cameras if you know what that sounds like.

When I woke up after that at 6am I shook my girlfriend awake and frantically told her this emotionally charged dream of trump getting inaugurated and then fell right back asleep.

Months later, I watched the inauguration of Donald Trump, and on stage looking awkward as ever, standing right next to him, much shorter, was his youngest son Barron William Trump.

Looking back to me the dream feels like I lived a whimsical rick and morty like episode of Trumps inauguration speech in an alternate reality where his son warned the people and cameras are living lizard things haha. What a crazy dream..

In the dream, Trump is still president. He is standing outside the white house on a podium, taking questions from reporters.

All of a sudden, without any explanation whatsoever, he pulls out a giant chocolate-glazed donut with rainbow sprinkles.

He then proceeds to eat the donut, chewing, grunting and smacking his lips into the microphone, the sound of which is amplified all across the white house lawn and shown on televisions and internet broadcasts around the world. I have gone to the trouble of putting together a recreation of the sound for your listening pleasure: [Stream ExcessivelyLoudChewing01 by thefolfofderg | Listen online for free on SoundCloud](https://soundcloud.com/user-469260589/excessivelyloudchewing01)

Some of the reporters protest, accusing him of a lack of professionalism. Other reporters ignore his behaviour and try to continue asking him questions. Trump ignores all of them, and just continues to eat his donut loudly.

Watching all of this, Mitch McConnell sees an opportunity to Trigger The Libs. He grabs a donut himself, shoves it in his mouth, and jumps in front of the news cameras with a wide grin on his face. I think he was also flipping off the cameraman.

From here, the dream shows it becoming a fad, with Trump supporters filming themselves loudly consuming donuts in spaces such as libraries, hospitals and funeral parlours, as well as the annoyed reactions from the 'triggered libs'. I think one guy got punched for chewing directly in someone's ear, which he claimed was political persecution. I don't remember much else about the dream, but there were also memes. They were all basically the memes that are all popular right now, but edited to be about how Alpha and Manly it is to loudly eat donuts in public. Don't remember much about them.

I was wading through a pool of water in an old skirt and felt the eyes and stares of people looking at me. Their stares burned through me as if I didn't belong. The water was surrounded by a cement stadium in a public place that looked like NY; some people were in the water while others sat on the stairs around it as a guy with a microphone spoke. I sat down by a girl with blonde stringy hair and four big, red marks under hew jar near her ear. She was talking to her friend, saying, "don't you hate it when you time travel to another place and you can't make it back to your dream?"(something like that).

I spoke up and said, "wait, what did you say?". Then the dream world as I saw it began to fragment backwards, turning dark and splitting into pieces. **I saw the blonde girl in a mirror with her hand outstretched and the number 1735 flashed above her head glowing.** She said one more thing but I couldn't remember as my consciousness drifted further and further away.

I researched the year and number 1735 but couldn't find much. I don't know what the message was.

This dream just ended not thirty minutes ago, and I'm still chuckling about it. Most of the dream is going to be omitted.

It began with training with soldiers in a barracks near a port. Everybody was kinda limply attacking dummies with blunt swords and firing and missing arrows because no one really cared. It was almost as if it was a chore for a child who didn't want to do it, yet these were adults. Big, lazy adults.

Suddenly, someone runs into the barracks and says, "We're getting raided!"

Everyone sort of just looks at each other, then starts doing like a half jog towards the armory. We already had weapons, but whatever. We make it to the very nearby port and start lining up on the battlements, still doing that half jog, which could easily have taken a half hour to fully man. By the time we all look up (which we weren't doing as we prepared), the attacking boats are not even a half mile out, but moving incredibly slowly towards our location. Maybe a little to our right. But whatever.

Some guys yells, "Alroight, fire your bows," just like that. Our bows have the pull of a child's practice bow. It's like making a slingshot with a rubber band, only it won't break as fast. And our arrows are blocky and not very aerodynamic. Most of them were missing feathers, which didn't really seem like feathers but more like the bristles on the end of a car brush.

Anyways, we start launching them, and *Every Single Arrow* misses. The boats start launching arrows back with the same result. At this point, you can clearly see the invaders on the boat. They're wearing the stereotypical horned Viking helmets, but their armor is either just cloth or like plastic or something. They care just about as equally as we do; it's like a chore for them to invade us. And at this point, they're like a stones throw from shore.

People on my side are giving up now. Along the lines of "oh, I guess they'll land. Might as well just let them. Screw it." But I picked up another arrow. Realizing how badly my last shot missed, I figured I'd change my technique. Don't draw until I'm ready to fire. The basic. So I ready my arrow, raise my bow, aim, pull, launch. The arrow is dead on, and flies at high speed directly into a horned Viking womans throat, somehow decapitating her. My army is already just wandering off, but I'm thinking "oh sh*t, I just killed someone! I need more arrows!"

This is the part of the dream where I think I'm going to be a prodigy in the army and actually do some intense raids with people actually intent on warfare.
But now I'm out of arrows (after firing like two) so I run to the armory which is like immediately behind me, grab something, and run back. I look up, and the boat with the dead, headless lady has landed on shore. An enemy party of like four or five is now trying to talk to my army like "Who shot that arrow?!?!" and look directly at me. I panic and raise my bow in my left hand, only to realize I'm not holding anything in my left hand. Then I raise my right hand hand for an arrow, but it isn't an arrow.

It's a stick. Just a regular stick.

The enemy is now approaching me, nobody even bothering to try and stop them (also absolutely no one other than the person I shot has died), and I panic again. I do a 180, and sprint directly into the armory. An enemy lady chases after me slowly as I start running as quietly as I can down a flight of stairs that just magically appeared in the middle of the armory. I successfully evaded the woman, and now I feel like I'm in a commonly recurring dream that I have, exploring an empty school in the middle of the night (that's a story for another time).

Later, I emerge from the school, and there's a crowd in front of a podium. Lo and behold, the lady who was chasing after me is now addressing the crowd with a microphone.

"Somebody shot an arrow at our boat, and decapitated one of our soldiers. But she was no ordinary soldier, she was the *best warrior* in our army. Whoever shot her *-she looks directly at me behind the crowd-*, please step forward. We just want to talk to you." I felt odd like she was actually telling the truth.

And then I woke up.

As I recall the events of this dream, I'm a little weirded out but I'm still chuckling about the absurdity of it all.