I had a disturbing dream about Putin being announced dead. After waking, I had the feeling to share it here immediately. It could just be nothing, but I feel very tense and as if something is looming on the horizon.
When the announcement happened first, I thought of it as a rumor and didn't want to believe it. I was somewhere together with my parents that time, I think we were in the audience of a great television show. There was a celebrated photographer woman who run a business by shooting excellent photographs of prominent people and then presenting them in TV. Her name in the dream was something like "Michelle Christelle". She was just talking about a Western politician - maybe it was Clinton (not sure if Bill or Hillary) or Obama.
Then my parents and me were taking a walk outside in the snow and cold. We were passing an old woman who told us of the death of Jesus Christ. There was a snowman next to her, in which supposedly (if I remember right) the spirit / ghost of Jesus Christ was stuck. Then there was a voice of an old man (or it just sounded like that of an old man) in the darkness of this winter night, fading away. The old woman told us, it was the ghost / spirit of Jesus Christ who had been just liberated by her from the snowman and was now vanishing.
We then continued our talk and then the announcement of Putin's death occurred a second time. It was in every newspaper and it wasn't a rumor any more. It was true in the dream. My heart sank, I couldn't say anything. My father (who dislikes Putin in real life) relished in the fact of Putin's death. We went back to the studio, where the celebrated photographer now showed a series of photos about Putin. In some way I thought of that as being disgusting - as she was taking advantage out of what happened to run her business and remain in the spotlight. To "keep the show running".
Then I woke up. A picture came to my inner eye quite fast - it was a bad pixelated photograph taken with a cell phone device. It depicted Putin's dead body sprawled on a pavement near a fountain somewhere in Moscow. It was night time, the street lights were on. And there was the blood.
I felt a strong tenseness coming up, coupled with fear. Had to think about what the Cs said about something happening which would chill our spine in the "next forty days" (from the session of December 10th onward). Then I thought about Jesus Christ - Julius Caesar, and how Putin is almost the same age as Caesar when the latter had been assassinated. I hope, there is nothing to that dream, and I just have picked up somehow on all the chaos which is going on and seems to ever intensify - especially so short before Trumps inauguration.
When the announcement happened first, I thought of it as a rumor and didn't want to believe it. I was somewhere together with my parents that time, I think we were in the audience of a great television show. There was a celebrated photographer woman who run a business by shooting excellent photographs of prominent people and then presenting them in TV. Her name in the dream was something like "Michelle Christelle". She was just talking about a Western politician - maybe it was Clinton (not sure if Bill or Hillary) or Obama.
Then my parents and me were taking a walk outside in the snow and cold. We were passing an old woman who told us of the death of Jesus Christ. There was a snowman next to her, in which supposedly (if I remember right) the spirit / ghost of Jesus Christ was stuck. Then there was a voice of an old man (or it just sounded like that of an old man) in the darkness of this winter night, fading away. The old woman told us, it was the ghost / spirit of Jesus Christ who had been just liberated by her from the snowman and was now vanishing.
We then continued our talk and then the announcement of Putin's death occurred a second time. It was in every newspaper and it wasn't a rumor any more. It was true in the dream. My heart sank, I couldn't say anything. My father (who dislikes Putin in real life) relished in the fact of Putin's death. We went back to the studio, where the celebrated photographer now showed a series of photos about Putin. In some way I thought of that as being disgusting - as she was taking advantage out of what happened to run her business and remain in the spotlight. To "keep the show running".
Then I woke up. A picture came to my inner eye quite fast - it was a bad pixelated photograph taken with a cell phone device. It depicted Putin's dead body sprawled on a pavement near a fountain somewhere in Moscow. It was night time, the street lights were on. And there was the blood.
I felt a strong tenseness coming up, coupled with fear. Had to think about what the Cs said about something happening which would chill our spine in the "next forty days" (from the session of December 10th onward). Then I thought about Jesus Christ - Julius Caesar, and how Putin is almost the same age as Caesar when the latter had been assassinated. I hope, there is nothing to that dream, and I just have picked up somehow on all the chaos which is going on and seems to ever intensify - especially so short before Trumps inauguration.
