Wednesday:
That night, Jas dreams of something ridiculous yet oddly satisfying. Trump is hosting a press conference in front of a giant banner that reads, 51st State: Welcome, Canada. The whole thing reeks of an oversized, cheesy reality TV production. As he drones on about "great deals" and "America First," something strange begins to happen.
Animals—big ones—start wandering onto the stage. A moose lumbers into the frame, its massive hooves making an ominous sound on the concrete. Then, out of nowhere, a pack of wolves trots in, followed by a huge bear with a determined swagger. The reporters scramble in every direction, their cameras dropping as panic sets in. Trump, ever the showman, attempts to leap up onto the podium in an effort to escape the chaos, but before he can make it, the moose, with its regal antlers, gently nudges him off the stage. Trump stumbles backward, hands flailing, and lands flat on his back as the bear yawns and the wolves simply observe, uninterested in the spectacle.
Jas wakes up mid-laugh, their body still warm from the ridiculousness of it all. "I dreamed Trump got chased off by wildlife," they say between chuckles, wiping tears from their eyes.
Ivy Mae, who hadn’t cracked a smile in days, breaks into a grin. "Wish that had happened in real life," she replies, her voice a rare blend of amusement and hope. It’s the first time in a long while that a genuine smile reaches her lips.
Jas stretches, still caught in the absurdity of the dream. "Maybe we should all start dreaming like that. Imagine if we could just send the world a message with art and absurdity. Fight back with creativity. Warrior up with imagination."
Ivy Mae’s eyes sparkle, a glint of resolve flickering behind her smile. "Maybe that's how we’ll change things. One dream, one image at a time. It’s time to let our wild side out."