I'm playing on a large, tilted trampoline, with a dozen or so children, as if at a party. Somehow I know they are the children of President Trump. They are all weird in some way. This one boy near me, away from most of the other kids, is about 10 years old, dressed in ratty clothes, with a bowl-style homemade haircut, and dirty all over. He says something about "Trump", referring to his father, and I find it odd that they refer to him with that single name, and themselves, (first name) Trump.