Listen. I had a crazy and vivid dream last night. My husband thought it was stupid, but I wanted to tell someone else. Haha.

So, Joe Biden sends me and my MIL to North Korea to have a diplomatic dinner with Kim Jong Un. We arrive to find that North Korea is essentially this very large, high rise apartment building. Everyone lives within this building.

When we arrive, everyone is very cordial. We sit down to dinner with Kim Jong Un, and all is well. There are several other North Korean staffers and officials there, but everyone is kind. During dinner, I question Un about allegations he is forcibly aborting children randomly. He calming replies that he only does this if the parents are drug addicts, violent, etc., and unable to care for their children or be good parents. Apparently, in my dream, I find this to be an acceptable answer. 🤦‍♀️ He assures me is he not offended by the question.

Dinner ends, and we are socializing a bit. We move to another room for dessert, “yogurt cake”. During dessert, Un gets pulled away to deal with something. My MiL and I explore and socialize with locals in the computer lab within the complex (it’s a dream, okay?). As we are chatting with locals, an alarm sounds. Everyone recognizes the sound, and immediately panics and scatters. At this point, my MIL asks if we should leave the building. I tell her it would be safer to follow a local to their apartment and hope they let us seek shelter there, as we don’t know the emergency at hand.

We follow the mass flood of people. In order to access the elevator, we have to go through a check point and receive an injection. My MIL does it, no questions asked. I manage to sneak by without it. For some reason however, I turn back, being forced to go back through the checkpoint and receive the injection.

We continue to the elevator. My MIL starts to slow and says she isn’t feeling well. We get in the elevator and it starts to speed upwards. She grabs her stomach and buckles over just as the doors open. I tell her to hurry, that I can’t carry her. She tells me to go on. I say I won’t leave her, but she says she isn’t going to make it. The doors close and the elevator leaves. I look around and see that North Koreans have dropped like flies. Hundreds, thousands are lying dead on the floor. I decide I need to escape. I manage to leave the building.

It becomes knowledge that the entire gathering had been a plot to take out my MIL and I, and that Kim Jong Un didn’t care how many of his own people died in the process. Joe Biden had suspicions, which is why he sent us in his place. What wasn’t expected was that I would be immune to the injection, which I was. I return home and begin to work with the authorities regarding this tragedy.

...then my FIL knocks on the door at 5:20am telling my husband it’s time to go to the airport. So, I’m not sure how it really ends.

It was the craziest, most vivid dream.