Idiot-in-chief Donald Trump had started a nuclear war, which started with some arctic island full of reindeer and pine trees getting vaporized. In the dream I was living in a place that was location-wise (hence the USA launching missles towards where I was) in Siberia but wasn't Siberia. Me an the comrades were all very upset about this.

Trump and his Nazi army were coming to kill us all, and we were failing to fight them off. The territory we were trying to defend was this single-story building that was just white corrugated sheet metal on the outside, and we'd peek out the windows to see them coming. We had guns but they weren't that good. I made multiple attempts to shoot Trump himself but always missed, but also kept narrowly avoiding being caught by running around or through the building, or escaping to the roof.

Eventually I jumped down a steep river bank into a pile of rubber playground chips and hid there, under a thin layer of them. And eventually I came out after the shooting had stopped. I caught up with a comrade who was still very much part of the resistance and asked "do you ever try to shoot the occupiers?"

"No, that didn't work. We're working underground, now. Sometimes we use bombs." It seemed odd that they had been able to blend in so quickly and easily.