PROPHETIC DREAM OF THE 4TH OF JULY (HANGIN' DAY)

The 4th of July (Hangin’ Day) Thursday, March 26, 2015

The dream started at my old block on 216th street in Torrance, California. We had just received orders from higher up to hang a dozen or so people on the block that were bad. It had to be done immediately. 

Well, these people obviously did not want to be hung, but nothing could stop us from performing this act. We were just obeying orders. Though I did not witness the actual hangings, I knew that they had happened. My helpers were obeying me well.

We hung all but one of our neighbors. He was trying to get away, but that was impossible. As he futilely headed west down the street we pursued him.  I caught up to him. 

There was a wood structure there no bigger than a small outhouse. He backed into it and fell in the middle of the wood debris left from the small shack-like building. As he lay there in the rubble, he begged me not to hang him. I looked into his eyes with compassion. He was beginning to cry and become hysterical. 

I felt so badly for him, but I had no choice. I loved this man very much, but my hands were tied. I told him that I loved him, but I had no choice but to kill him. After he was hung seconds later, I looked down the middle- class neighborhood of 216th Street, and New York City was just two blocks away. 

There were sky-scrapers, cars everywhere, and women shopping carrying shopping bags–completely unaware that we were executing these guilty people. We were just following orders from on High. I had no choice. I still feel like the man that fell into the old, beached, frail wood outhouse was Vladimir Putin. I love him, but if he continues tormenting my people, he will be lost... all for the very thing he wastefully hated. The people he wanted to harm. I'll miss you Vlad. I truly do love you. This will be one of the darkest days in Heaven for me. Strap yourselves in!  :(