art of the deal (monotype by Nicole Frazer)


Joyce Lynn

“My husband and I were invited to an event to honor a young child–a christening or special birthday. It was a seated dinner. As we approached the room, we realized Trump was at the head table. It was elevated above the only other table in a t-arrangement.  Both tables were covered in plain white cloths. There was nothing on either table–no dinnerware, flowers, food, or drink–nothing festive.

“The only people in the room were Donald Trump and the parents of the child. They were seated at the lower table.  When we saw Trump was speaking–in fact, about to offer a prayer–we turned to leave not wanting to be part of this. Trump called to us to come back because he was about to pray for the child. He said if we didn’t stay, he wouldn’t pray, and we would be responsible for all the bad things that would happen to the child.

“So we went back and sat down opposite the parents. I did not know them, but they looked confused. Then Trump started to pray. I don’t remember what he said, but it was rambling and I remember thinking it was inappropriate.

“Then he stood behind the parents, looming over them and reaching over the mother’s shoulder to place two gold coins on the table. Then, the prayer became an attempt to make a deal with God. The deal was not on behalf of the child; rather Trump was telling God that if (God) didn’t do what Trump wanted, (Trump) would see that the parents and their child would pay for it.

“Then I woke up. Thank goodness!”

Ann R. of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, dreamt this dramatic scene April 3, 2018, the night after she watched footage of the White House Easter Egg Roll. Donald Trump, wife Melania, and someone dressed as a bunny Trump repeatedly called “Gary” or “Barry” appeared on the White House balcony. Trump bragged to the throng of children and their parents below about US military prowess and the economy under his regime.

Eventually, Trump descended to the lawn. There, surrounded by parents and children and reporters, he continued his inappropriate ramblings–this time about Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA).

Ann found Trump’s preemption of the children’s party for his own political objectives “really offensive–and very sad.”

DACA protects undocumented children and young adults who came to the United States before the age of 16 from deportation. It was the hot immigration issue at the time because Trump had rescinded expansion of DACA and was bargaining with Democrats to restore or modify the program.

Ann’s dream, however, foreshadowed revelation of another cruel Trump immigration program. The media would soon report on Trump’s Family Separation Policy, conducted without public scrutiny for months. Trump has ripped thousands of children from families seeking asylum at the southern border of the United States, warehoused the children in cages, and even left young boys and girls in the care of predatory guards. A year after Ann’s dream, the policy continues unabated as Trump designs even more malicious punishment for children and families fleeing to safety in the United States.

Ann’s chilling dream graphically depicts Trump’s narcissism displayed at the White House Easter Roll or when he speaks or tweets. Her dream reveals the psychopathology of that narcissism–the physical and emotional pain Trump inflicts on children, parents, and citizens.

Trump’s bargain with God in the sacred space of a house of worship dramatizes his “negotiating” tactic–blaming others for his toxic actions. Even God is not immune.

The t-shaped table in Ann’s dream is reminiscent of a cross. The head table is raised higher than the table where the family is celebrating the birth of a baby.

The cruelty Trump inflicts on children and families seeking asylum from violence in their Central American countries at the US-Mexican border riddles our consciousness. Ann’s dream warns us nothing and no one is sacred to Trump or immune from his malfeasance — not even God.

Her dream of Trump’s dealing with God reveals the hubris of the man. It is hubris that ended the rich reign of the biblical King Nebuchadnezzar. He descended into madness and became a grass-eating beast.

The dream illumines the vulnerability of a solitary family enmeshed with a malignant force, but Ann, by sharing her dream, bears witness to the faux religiosity of Trump and his followers. Her dream lifts the veil of residual doubt about the man and reveals the truth of Trump’s cruel psyche.

In the musical “The King and I,” the monarch sings “No one’s head should be higher than mine.” The medieval divine right of kings is a political and religious doctrine, conferring the ruling royal with legitimacy and authority derived from God. But in America, the authority of a president flows from the Constitution and from the people.

It remains for the populace and the politicians –citizens and legislators– fueled by the truthfulness of Ann’s dream to deter the man who wreaks havoc on newborns, the citizenry of his country, and the soul of a nation.


Joyce Lynn is a journalist writing about the power of dreams in our daily lives. She is the author of the recently published book, Dreams and the Wisdom Within. She depends on dreams, a journalist’s Inside Source, to report the news (,,

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