Anons my amazing Q dream from two nights ago
I was at some sort of big party/reception at like maybe a huge hotel or concert hall lobby, and Killary was there. I couldn’t decide whether to kill her for the sake of mankind or take selfies with her so that when she went on trial I could show them to people. So, since I didn’t have a weapon, I started acting all nice to her. She was obviously attracted to me which made me want to retch, but I kept up the charade. It took forever to get a selfie and lots of people kept trying to join in. When I finally got her alone (Killary kicking a woman out of the selfie who was trying to squeeze in and was evidently some older actress), we wound up hanging out. While I was talking with her, I kept looking at her tongue (obvious reasons - KURU), but there was nothing there. Her breath was, naturally, death. It was painful hanging out with her, but we started walking towards a different part of the building, where there were several stories of stairs, and I had asked some guy to take a picture of us with my phone. Well, Killary and I got separated sort of, and she started walking with him down the stairs, and I decided to snap some photos of her, when she got to the bottom of the stairs and either FELL or was PUSHED by the guy and she whacked her head and sprawled out on the ground in her gold-brown polyester pant suit. I was a couple stories above her and I realized she probably wasn’t faking it, but people were laughing thinking she was playing around. I said she was not faking it, and then people started swarming around her, while I’m trying to take pictures with this terrible new iPhone camera that I couldn’t figure out. I finally snapped some pictures of paramedics using a defibrillator on her, and she was all the while having this weird crazy mouth seizure. Satisfied with my photos of the moment Killary basically died, I started walking away towards another area, when my phone buzzed with a totally different looking text message that simply said, “_, are you okay?” No name, no id. And the message was smaller than normal and looked “official.” I knew it was Q, and Q had seen me hanging with Killary and taking pictures and knew who I was from 8ch and Twitter, and was simply making sure I wasn’t too shook up from hanging out with the Witch.
Then my phone created these like, STICKERS, on the screen, that looked like a pink and a blue 8ch post, which was also Q letting me know it was Q who messaged me.
I thought about going back to see if I could figure out who Q was in the crowd, but then, in sort of a movie moment, I thought, no. It’s better if I don’t know. Besides. Maybe I got a picture! Haha
I don't put stock in my dreams as portents, but this one was certainly a doozy - and it was nice knowing Q is looking out for us all!