The U.S.S. Enterprise E was being towed to space dock by the U.S.S. Trump. Capt. Picard had wrecked yet another Enterprise. The Trump's captain sat in his ready room, the door beeped.
"Enter." The Capt. said.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard, his uniform in tatters, his face dirty, entered, escorted by Jar Jar Binks. Picard looked at the Trump's captain and thought, oh my, is that what I would look like with hair restoration treatments?
"Dissa Capin Picard, sir." Jar Jar said.
"Yes, I know, you may leave us now." Trump's Captain said.
"Meesa be leaving now."
After Jar Jar left, the Trump's captain looked up at Picard and said, "Jean-Luc, how many time have you wrecked a starship? You lost the Stargazer to the Ferengi, you have been captured by the Borg, the Romulans and the Cardasians. That's just three I can name off the top of my head. I don't like people who get captured. You crashed the Enterprise D on Veridian Four. I sure don't like people who crash starships, they're expensive. In case you missed the news, I won the last election, oh yeah, that crooked woman got billions more fraudulent votes than I got, but I still won." He reached over and picked up an old fashioned ball cap, emblazed across the front, "Make the Federation Great Again."
"That's right, on stardate one two zero two zero one seven, I become POTUFoP. You know what I'm going to do to make the Federation great again? I'm going to bring your whole senior staff into my office and say two words. You're fired. Well, technically three words. You're is a contraction, I may have to explain it to that worn out android of yours. You know, I don't like androids who don't use contractions. And his emotion chip is always malfunctioning, err err err captain my emotion chip is malfunctioning err err err. And that worthless first officer of yours. How many promotions has he passed up? Just to hang around with you. What a loser. Remember the time he got duped by that little kid who turned out to be some kinda over grown grasshopper? I don't like people like that. And your chief of security, a Klingon, did you even vet him?"
"Yep, when I'm POTUFoP, you're all gone. And you know who I'm putting in your place? I'm gonna promote Romney to be captain. No, wait he said some nasty things about me during the campaign. I'll just string him along and promote Rudy Guliani, he's Italian, Italians make great pizza. Did you know Italians stole the idea for pizza from the Germans? What losers, both of them. Now the French, they used to make some pretty good wine, but I have a gold plated replicator in my quarters that makes better wine than the French, what losers. Oh, by the way, you're French aren't you? Then what's with that English accent? They're losers too."
"As for the new first officer for the Enterprise. Ever been to Alaska? Cold up there, real cold. I know this woman, used to be governor. Smart, real smart, Palins her name. She's gonna be first officer. Then I gonna..."
Suddenly, Picard jerked and found himself sitting in his quarters. He looked down, in his lap was a book, "American Presidential Elections, Early 21st Century."
Picard touched his com badge, "Picard to Dr. Crusher."
"Crusher here."
"Beverly, I think I'll try that homemade concoction of yours. Reading the most boring book I could find is just making my insomnia worse."
"I told you so, be there in a minute."
After Dr. Crusher left the captain's quarters, Picard was much more relaxed. He lay down, he was drifting off to sleep. The dream, almost fade from his memory.
"I'm glad that was just a weird dream." Picard mumbled to himself.
There was a movement and Q's head came out from under the pillow.
"Jean-Luc, are you sure?"