Last night I had a dream, a dream that Hillary Clinton was president of the United States...and then we totally got chased by dinosaurs. I was right there to watch as Hillary Clinton didn't fully shatter the glass ceiling, but definitely took a big chunk out of it. I was thrilled; it seemed long overdue that a woman was in the White House. And that's when the Velociraptors showed up.

The vicious dinosaurs started tearing through the crowd, people were screaming and running in every direction. The joy in seeing one of the most qualified candidates of the last few decades become president over an orange bobble head with 10 racist phrases built in, was quickly extinguished in a mad dash to escape these prehistoric killing machines.

"President Clinton, follow me!," I yelled over the commotion, knowing I had to save the new president just like she planned to save us all from climate change. Both her and Bill responded to my call and we made our way through the screaming masses towards the exit. As we did we were accosted by a few "Bernie Bro" holdouts who threw things at President Clinton, shouting things like, "You only care about yourself and Wall Street!," even though she's pretty clear she'd like to raise minimum wage and create an economy that works for all Americans.

We managed to slip by the relentless, misinformed college students unharmed. It looked like we were going to make it clear of the attacking dinosaurs, but just then an even bigger threat stepped in our way. Two of the biggest problems facing America: Donald Trump, holding an assault rifle. "Oh no Mrs. President!," I yelled in fear. "If only you had time able to institute strict background checks and close gun show and online loopholes for purchasing guns like you planned, violent people who believe we need to torture prisoners of war, like your opponent in this race actually believes, wouldn't be able to get their hands on guns!"

To describe what happens next is better done in an apolitical way, so that regardless of your position in this race, you understand the terror I felt. I watched as a man who consistently says sexist, xenophobic and violent things pointed a device specifically designed to be used by military personnel to kill other people at a woman who has shown pretty good judgment in the past as well as a willingness to change and evolve with public opinion (which is what politicians are supposed to do, represent the people and their interests as they evolve and change).

I closed my eyes as the Don pulled the trigger, afraid of what would happen. After a moment of silence I opened my eyes to see that President Clinton had morphed herself into a giant snapping turtle with a bulletproof shell. It was about this point that all things devolved into complete chaos that resembled a mixture between old "Godzilla" movies and Michael Bay garbage.

I awoke, comforted both by the knowledge that there was a well-qualified candidate for president this year as well as the fact that there were no longer dinosaurs trying to eat me.