Cohen Flips, Writes Book, Another Dream
One month after Covid-19 quarantine Sometimes I have prescient dreams, and on occasion, they involve a U.S. president. On June 23, 2018 I had one of those. The mutual detention dream I had gone to bed way too late the night before and got up too early, so I was sleepy all morning. That called for a sofa nap in the afternoon (a frequent occurrence with me these days). Just before waking up, I dreamt these words, “Mr. President, your cot next to Michael (?)’s cot.” The cots were in the corner of a large, temporary tent like those set up to house immigrants applying for asylum. I don’t know why the last name was muddled, but I feel it was done deliberately. Then I was suddenly awake. There are only a few Michaels of import in the Trump story. One is Flynn and another is Cohen. So that aspect of the dream is a mystery for a future day. Cohen had not yet flipped at the time, and I wondered if it meant he would. If the dream is prophetic, and if Cohen is the Michael, it doesn’t