Amen, the thunderbolt in the dark void....

I'm at a giant fourth of july festival/parade. I'm walking through this large aisle of people, around me are overweight american families in red white and blue. I'm looking for Donald. I have my dog with me and I let her off the leash and tell her to go find him. She can't find him.

I'm at a house, I go outside. There's this small punk girl with a mohawk I've met a few times. She's angry with me and I ask her why she doesn't like me. She says that it's because I didn't feed some starving people she saw a few days ago, and how can I be a real human worth knowing when I don't do my absolute best to take care of people better.