Sweepstake Prize: a family evening with President Donald Trump (fiction!)

Hello All:

The other night I had an interesting dream about our president. I kind of giggled when waking up because it felt like he were my friend. It's not the first time I've dreamt of Trump. Shortly after the 2016 election, he came to me in a dream to tell me we had a lot of work to do. After the 2020 Election was stolen I had a dream that he approached in his limousine and gave me the power fist.

And today's story is my most recent dream. No, the family in the cover artwork is not my own family. They are AI generated.

Evening with Donald Trump

Our family had won a sweepstakes. The prize was unusual, to say the least—a visit from none other than President Donald Trump.

The day of the visit arrived, and with it, a large SUV limousine pulled up to our house. A chauffeur in a crisp uniform stepped out and opened the door for Trump who emerged, dressed in a sharp suit, his signature red tie neatly knotted. He greeted us with a warm smile and a firm handshake; exchanged pleasantries as we settled into the limousine.

Of course this is the President of the United States and you have to make the most of the time. Whoever was in charge of this event had to improvise a plan for the evening and settled on a cheesy art gallery featuring dollhouses. It was weird, and we all hoped it would be enough to keep the President entertained.

As mentioned before, the art gallery was a quirky place, filled with intricate dollhouses that showcased various eras and styles. Trump seemed genuinely amused by the display, taking his time to examine each one with a curious eye.We felt a sense of relief as he laughed and joked about the tiny details.

We spent the evening wandering through the gallery, taking photos in front of the dollhouses. Trump was a good sport about it, posing for selfies and even striking a few playful poses. We couldn't believe how well the evening was going, despite the odd circumstances.

After the gallery, we decided to grab a late dinner at a nearby bar, complete with plenty of Secret Service agents to keep the president safe. The atmosphere was lively, with patrons enjoying their drinks and chatting loudly. People were excited to see President Trump. And he insisted on paying for the meal which left us with a strange mix of gratitude and disbelief. We clinked glasses and shared stories, and for a moment, it felt like we were all just ordinary people enjoying a casual outing. Trump was charming and engaging, and I couldn't help but admire his ability to adapt to just about everything. As for the family, we continued to take photos, capturing moments of laughter and camaraderie.

At the end of the evening when President Trump departed for the White House, we noticed something strange. We tried to access the photos on our phone, but they were nowhere to be found. We checked our Google Photos app, only to discover that every picture with Trump in it had been deleted, leaving a feeling of pang of disappointment, wondering if it was a security feature or a political statement from the app.