Tui
Jedi
I do hope the rumours about Putin being in ill health – even that he had died - as no-one has been seeing him in public lately, are wrong. He has become a symbol of hope for many Western people – a strong leader who is standing up, nearly all alone, to the psychopaths who are so seriously disrupting and taking over the world at present. It is difficult to think of another leader who can step forward to take over from him, should Putin at this stage not be able, for whatever reason, to represent the STO side.
About a week ago (I think it was the night of Sunday-Monday, 8-9 March), I dreamed of Putin.
I was roaming lovely green hills in a countryside-setting somewhere with the rest of the tour group. I saw President Vladimir Putin among the people. And although he was friendly, he kept to himself and was even without a body guard. It was obvious that he wanted to be alone, wanted to be just an ordinary person, so nobody made a fuss or went up to him to disturb him.
I was sitting on the edge of a low stone wall looking at the wide open spaces of the landscape around me, the rolling green treeless hills, a small lake glinting in the sun at some distance, the cloudless blue sky, when I saw Vladimir Putin striding up the winding pathway. He glanced at me and then turned and came walking up to where I was sitting. He was wearing a pale blue shirt and camel/beige jeans. I was also wearing a pale blue shirt. He sat down beside me on the stone wall and we conversed easily. I cannot remember what we talked about, unfortunately, but it wasn't politics. His eyes were soft and very blue. Strangely, he leaned forward and then oh so gently and long-lingeringly kissed me on the lips. He did not care about the surprised glances other people strolling past us, gave us. It was very innocent.
I cannot interpret dreams. After waking up in the morning, I remembered the dream and just thought: well, maybe it was just my subconscious approving of Putin as a trustworthy, genuine type of person. Sealed with a kiss. Maybe, on Sunday night, he had a chance to read his letters and also read my letter of encouragement I sent off to him the other day, and he was just thanking me for my support.
But after reading yesterday that he has been “missing” for more than a week, I remembered this dream. Hope he is well and indeed only taking a break in some restful spot, gathering his strength to fight the psychopaths with new vigour, breaking their fingers with his strong hand shake as well as their strangling hold on the world.
About a week ago (I think it was the night of Sunday-Monday, 8-9 March), I dreamed of Putin.
I was roaming lovely green hills in a countryside-setting somewhere with the rest of the tour group. I saw President Vladimir Putin among the people. And although he was friendly, he kept to himself and was even without a body guard. It was obvious that he wanted to be alone, wanted to be just an ordinary person, so nobody made a fuss or went up to him to disturb him.
I was sitting on the edge of a low stone wall looking at the wide open spaces of the landscape around me, the rolling green treeless hills, a small lake glinting in the sun at some distance, the cloudless blue sky, when I saw Vladimir Putin striding up the winding pathway. He glanced at me and then turned and came walking up to where I was sitting. He was wearing a pale blue shirt and camel/beige jeans. I was also wearing a pale blue shirt. He sat down beside me on the stone wall and we conversed easily. I cannot remember what we talked about, unfortunately, but it wasn't politics. His eyes were soft and very blue. Strangely, he leaned forward and then oh so gently and long-lingeringly kissed me on the lips. He did not care about the surprised glances other people strolling past us, gave us. It was very innocent.
I cannot interpret dreams. After waking up in the morning, I remembered the dream and just thought: well, maybe it was just my subconscious approving of Putin as a trustworthy, genuine type of person. Sealed with a kiss. Maybe, on Sunday night, he had a chance to read his letters and also read my letter of encouragement I sent off to him the other day, and he was just thanking me for my support.
But after reading yesterday that he has been “missing” for more than a week, I remembered this dream. Hope he is well and indeed only taking a break in some restful spot, gathering his strength to fight the psychopaths with new vigour, breaking their fingers with his strong hand shake as well as their strangling hold on the world.
As Putin and his aids fond of saying: "Не дождетесь..." (Russian version of "Keep dreaming..."). 
Never dreamed of him before. Don't remember what we were talking about, but there were many people in the room and there was an atmosphere of friendship and sympathy. At one point others started collecting books that we had in the house to give Putin as a gift, and I remember that I kept looking for SOTT bookmark to give to him but couldn't find one.
