I’m going up a mountain path with a big group of people. Some of them are bringing Donald Trump to give a speech. They’re having trouble getting him up the hill. Donald Trump isn’t big. He’s small and round, a lot like those orange Trump balloons you see at protests, and people are sort of carrying him up the mountain by squeezing him between them.

We arrive at our house, the only one on the mountain top. It’s a beautiful, new, white space, very luminous and clean. Trump gets installed in the front bedroom where there’s a bathroom. None of this is easy but I don’t remember the details. Eventually, it’s time for him to speak, and I see that there are so many people crowding onto the top of that mountain that there no way we’re going to be able to go down again.

We manage to push through the crowds to get Trump into a central place, though it’s not elevated like a platform, it’s in a place where people can all face. Trump is helpless – he clearly doesn’t know what to do in that kind of situation. And he refuses do what we ask, or he isn’t able to do what we ask. People have to prop him up. It’s confusing and chaotic.

In the end, some people take him aside, somewhere just off to the top of the mountain, and he never does give the speech. But people from the audience, people of all different colors and nationalities start coming forward to speak. A beautiful girl in a hijab comes up with two other girls, and they sing the most exquisite song in harmony. And other people stand up and give short speeches about peace and cooperation from wherever they are in the crowd.

I don’t know where Trump is, but we can’t leave because more and more people are still coming up the mountain. People start going into our house to use the bathroom, and some women make soup, a potage like the French make out of whatever vegetables there are, and they pass it around in paper cups to everybody. The crowd is no problem, and Trump has completely disappeared.

In the end, even though we knew we couldn’t leave and resources were limited, everything is working out, and it’s a joyous gathering.