A dream -- from several years ago

We are in the hold of an alien spaceship. We wait there. We are disheartened, unable to imagine a way out.
The spaceship belongs to aliens, from another dimension. But at the same time, they are Republicans. Or, rather, they are the same energy that has invaded the brains of far-right conservatives.
With little hope, we simply wait.
There is a screen on the wall of the hold. It is blank.
A scene, an old grainy film, begins to play on it.
It is not of the aliens. It is…a miracle of some sort, an emanation from some unknown source that seeks to free us.
The scene is of a wedding, a young couple getting married, embracing. And with deep grief, we realize that the couple, joyfully celebrating, are Bobby Kennedy and his wife.
We are sad, yet we are joyful, too. Bobby was assassinated, but his spirit is still alive. It has brought us this film as a token, to show us that he still exists as spirit, ever-joyful, as on his wedding day.
Our hearts hurt and we cry, yet they celebrate at the same time. We will find a way out of this ship. We will rise up against the aliens.