Entering "my room" (which was someplace completely foreign to me). I encountered someone I, and I assume nobody else would ever expect to encounter in their room.
It was Donald Trump.
Whats he Doing in my room, Acting like he's a relative for visit? shouldn't he be celebrating Beating a mongrel abomination and a dementia patient, by getting on his knees and sucking his "Greatest Ally's" dicks so hard their foreskeins grew back? all while letting in an army of Pajeets to season the already feces covered streets of american cities, with Three times more Human waste?
So i asked Mr.Zionist Puppet what the fuck he's doing in my room, and he said something about visiting. and there was something Troubling him
HE had the desire, to Die remembered and beloved by his People, he Wanted to be a "Saint" of the Free world! *pfft*
So i gave him a Clue as to what he should do. He, The President of America, Should Die like the Physical Manifestation of his People.
His m16 is his Sword, His Shield a Double Quarter Pounder®, His Armor the American Flag, Draped over his purely american body like that of a Caveman's Loincloth, his Mighty Steed a Mobility Scooter, and on his head The Burger King Crown to signify his position as the ruler of america and her people. and On his Righteous last stand, He shall Drive around and slay every corrpt government official (and that's all of them) until the CIA Pulls a Kennedy on him.
and Nuke Israel.
Through this, HE shall be crowned by his People of Lard monster mongrels the Hero of the american People!
he seemed quite Intrigued with the idea, and we had a laugh about it. until i suddenly woke up.
Now I just need to wait.
I guess i also saw a weird Nebula floating about in the night sky of some far off galaxy, that was a sight to behold.