I had a dream about election fraud in late 2018. I might share the whole dream, but it was deeply personal and I don't want to doxx myself that bad yet. It started with me making a journey in a desert, when I found an isolated hotel. The fraud happened on a weird computer with a CRT screen, then a woman that was convinced the election was legitimate realized the voters are all represented by skeletons in the system. With a pale face, she solemnly showed me out, and I continued my journey until I found myself in a dank cold swamp with a perfect black floor that was also a perfect mirror (dream logic). I met an alternate reality version of someone I know, and found out I died and went to an afterlife. I waited for people to arrive for thanksgiving there. Almost nobody knows, but this is why I paid attention to the election, and went to DC afterword.