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Statue of Zeus – 15 November 2016
“There was only one part that I remember very well, the only moment where I felt a feeling of strong interest:
Simply in front of me I saw a statue, quite large, which is well over two meters in height, was clearly of Greek origin.
I don’t remember anything what was in the background, I don’t even remember if I was abroad or inside, let alone what the setting was like, I was so focused on the statue, that after having looked at it better, I somehow understood that it was a representation of Zeus, or at least my feeling had told me so.
There was a long, white dress that stretched over the statue, probably a typical dress of those ancient times, it was large, it did not completely cover the chest or abdomen, it looked more like an artistic sculpture.
And now comes the interesting point, the statue began to come to life little by little, slowly, literally transformed into a real person, I was so surprised and extremely interested that I could not get it out of my eyes.
The dream was interrupted when they were clearly starting to move his arm, wide open, he was holding something in his hand, I don’t remember what it was, but I think it was a spear…”
15 November 2016
45th Dream
Statua di Zeus – 15 Novembre 2016
“C’era solo una parte il quale me lo ricordo molto bene, unico istante dove ho provato una sensazione di forte interesse:
Semplicemente davanti a me vedevo una statua, abbastanza grande, che supera abbondantemente due metri d’altezza, era chiaramente di origine greca.
Non ricordo nulla che cosa c’era nel sfondo, non ricordo nemmeno se mi trovavo all’estero o all’interno, tantomeno com’era l’ambientazione, ero così focalizzato sulla statua, che dopo averlo scrutato meglio, in qualche modo avevo compreso che si trattava di una raffigurazione di Zeus, o almeno la mia sensazione mi aveva riferito così.
C’era uno lungo e vestito bianco che distendeva sulla statua, probabilmente una veste tipica di quelle antiche epoche, era larga, non copriva del tutto il petto o l’addome, assomigliava di più a una scultura artistica.
E ora arriva il punto interessante, la statua incominciava a prendere vita poco a poco, lentamente, si tramutava letteralmente in una vera e propria persona, io ero così sorpreso ed estremamente interessato che non riuscivo a togliermelo via dagli occhi.
Il sogno s’era interrotto quando essi stava chiaramente iniziando a muovere il suo braccio, in modo spalancato, stava tenendo qualcosa in mano, non ricordo bene che cosa fosse, ma penso che era una lancia…”
15 Novembre 2016
45° Sogno
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