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After a white night spent on my laptop to improve the design of my website, I fell asleep by 07:30 AM to wake up from a rather concerning and violent dream by 01:40 AM.

In this dream, I found myself having the role of a political leader who recently got elected, except it was just myself as who I am somehow, as I was holding a speech at the adress of a surrounding public like in a small rally, standing at the top of an environment made of wide red stones from where I was facing a distant and arid horizon like a flat and clear small desert, a large enough river still flowing down the rocky area with some short waterfalls running on my left. Even tho I remember I was speaking in French, the aspect or geography of the area was reminiscent of southern States in the U.S. like in Texas or Arizona — it was in fact similar to the kind of environment I witnessed in the dream of the airplane crash in a canyon that I had on 26th of June 2025 just last year, except I haven’t saw any canyons in the distance this time, the horizon lightened by a clear blue sky simply composed of elevated land at the level of the one I was dominating myself.

At the end of my speech that was rather entertaining and encouraging in nature, I ran down the waterfall by foot in order to display some kind of inspiring act for the public, as stupid as it may sound, while some other people, who may have been soldiers considering the type of vehicle and the later events of the dream, did so on some type of hovercraft that bypassed me, running down the whole stream while I did so just halfway ; since after a few meters I left the stream by my right to walk on an area made of sand, which indicated furthermore a type of exotic area that clearly wasn’t located in France or Italy.

I then moved away from the rocky and populated area to engage in a greener space that made me think of a military base, since in fact a military helicopter ended up landing very close to me ; and here I saw Robert Kennedy Jr. exiting the grounded engine, showing that it was indeed all taking place in America once again.

Nearby the chopper’s landing place, I stumbled across a tent that was in my mind supposed to belong to Mr. Kennedy, a small and rough temper tent that I took a look inside of by curiosity on my path, packed with all sorts of military items I guess. I had no idea what we were supposed to do here, simply contenting myself of a simple visit in a visibly quite empty military base.

As I further walked in an even more vegetated area, it felt like the sun went down all of a sudden, wether it became night time in an instant or the dense trees of the woods I engaged myself in, almost as dense as a jungle, blocked all sunlight. Accompanied by a few soldiers, I left Mr. Kennedy at the gate of a small and confined area guarded by high fences ; and there were a few weapons in here. Lain on a table, there was something like a Heckler & Koch SL8 Sporting Rifle, featured in the videogame Far Cry Instincts I used to enjoy as a teenager, so it was a very recognizable weapon to me, which had a silencer mounted just like in said videogame, but without a scope. I picked it up and started to handle it, which made me feel like I was indeed in said videogame, or even Crysis from the same developers. And while I had my left hand holding the rifle’s forearm, I saw that I already had a tattoo that I should I’ve had this January on this exact hand and area along the thumb’s extensor, but which session was delayed for next May due to a light eczema from last Summer that I still have to treat. (So if this dream may have any relevance, this tattoo may be a temporal element indicating the near future.)

As soon as I went back on my steps to join Mr. Kennedy, I witnessed in horror a group of 3 armed young men dressed in black urban outwear showing up at the gate ; and one of them shot Mr. Kennedy with an assault rifle several times at close range, but the victim’s body and presence was now out of my sight that the high fences covered on my left. Left with no choice but to neutralize him, I faced the shooter and planted a mounted bayonet on my rifle’s forearm in his left eye socket over the upper eyelid, seeing that his face was covered by a black scarf up to the eyes and cheeks. However, he didn’t moved an inch to this deep cut that should have been fatal to him ; so I moved back enough to shoot at him in the head instead, while my sniper rifle strangely had the firerate of an assault rifle as well. But it didn’t do anything either, as the shooter mocked or taunted me, saying something like « where did I learn to shoot » as I did so at a point-blank range almost against his forehead. I then considered the two other guys on his left and did the same to them just to replicate the same ineffective attempt ; and the dream ended without myself getting killed.

Even tho I didn’t wake up with a funest sentiment like after the first dream of Donald Trump I had in April 2024, the fact that RFK Jr. was shot at was my main concern about this dream ; which I had the same month than the obscure one about the Potomac River accident that occured last year for both dream and event, as a side note that I think still holds some significance. One thing to consider : If RFK Jr. was the target in the dream, it could be about another U.S. official if the dream end up being precognitive.

Since the last scene seem to have taken place in a military base or environment, in which I was myself accompanied by soldiers, I wonder if the young armed men dressed in black that made me think of the so-called « anti-fa » or « Progressive » type of profile, as the one who shot at Kennedy had some excentric haircut if I recall well, would have been about rogue actors in the U.S. Army who would have pretended to join just to pull off some act of terrorism, since I don’t see how they could have showed up in an area that should have been highly secured as they were, clothed in civilian outfit and armed, achieving their ends as it seemed given they targeted a U.S. official and did not kill me or any soldiers by my side before the dream ended.