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My Military Strike Dream before Tomahawk Invasion

In Uncategorized on April 8, 2017 at 6:00 pm

Since I knew the Muslims were trying to takeover and even my Poland saved Europe from their invasion, I could never understand why European Whites, our fathers and mothers, would invite them in. An invading army on their own homeland as we invite not only Jews, Mexicans, Blacks, but every race and religion on earth with Jews at the head to rule us like Communist little book, “Animal Farm.” George Orwell

I was telling my sister of a dream I had. I wrote it down when I got up simply with 3 words, then elaborated. It was about a week before this Tomahawk bombing. In this dream, my deceased Sister Rose, slave of or family of 15, was in the dream. She was a corpse. Her hair straggled, hung down, her shoulders and coloring as of the dead. She just stood there. She had on one of my costumes for karaoke. Mrs. General Patton. Patton was the one who said the Jews were the filthiest people on earth when he opened up the work camps in Poland. Jews were peeing and pooping on the floor instead of the toilet. I think Jews knew they were being released and it was a show of ugly smelly force against the good Whites who not only help them but continue their 1,000 year Jews over White Christian slavery and send them to the USA. Almost all Jews are here in USA now.
Second husband was named Patton and I rented the movie for our honeymoon. I always build the other person up but somehow others don’t do that for me.
As I saw Sister Rose wearing my costume, it looked different. (click on pix and then forward to right.) Instead of the neatly dress, decorated, tidy and smiling, it was the total opposite. Her coloring was as if one underground in coffin decomposing. Her face looked it too as did her body hunched over ready to die. The army jacket was longer though. Way past her knees. It was open and looked like it too was in the grave for many years. But all the decorations were there. Medals, bravery, ribbons. But like a bad cartoon there were many many more, again as if decomposing underground. She stood stiffly and her eyes looked at me without a word. I never dreamed there would be a military attack the day after I told my other sister what my dream was about.

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