I swear this was the actual dream I woke up from this A.M.

In like the inside of a strip mall office suite, small area, there was a group of men and a woman in suits. We (I sensed I was one of them) had gathered in the hall leading to the inner strip mall offices with a mood of "this is it." The plan was to give him the only option, for him to give up the presidency. We stood around jawing about the different reactions he might have, whether tussling would be necessary. He wasn't arriving. We moved to his office in the back, small as all the others. Waited around. (Odd science fiction things went on I don't remember, some astronaut suits.) Finally around eleven he came in and asked what was going on, the nerve of us. He started giving orders that were written on pieces of like electrical tape with magic markers, but the tape wouldn't stick. The woman took out a roll of thin masking tape and it stuck well. The group conveyed to him that he was leaving. Somebody wrote on a piece of masking tape, "D.J.Trump resigns today to go into permanent exile in Trump Tower." He was hustled away. Somebody started issuing orders to be marked on strips of masking tape, with an automatic tape dispenser. END OF DREAM.

Sounds pedestrian, literal. Context is that I wake up and turn on Morning Scabs and Mika Mouse, but then mostly doze ("doze" not "dose" ) until it's time to get up, so whatever they yap about might influence what the dreaming is about.