We were about 200 people sitting in a stadium. At the end of the stadium was a platform. In the middle of the platform, stands a rostrum, where the criminal Bisho (a funny name of Bashar Al-Assad) is standing giving a speech. He was counting his achievements, and was addressing his words to one of the opposition, who was sitting with us in the stadium.
We left the stadium when he finished his speech, but the criminal Bisho walked with us. A few steps away from me, Bisho poked someone, and ordered him to kneel down. The poor man kneeled down and kissed the criminal’s boot. Bisho passed in front of me, passed me, then looked back at me and asked me my name. I told him my name. He said: ‘you kneel down for me after saying your name, you rubbish.’ I ignored him, and, in my dream, I solicit God to give me strength and to refuse kneeling down. Bisho pulled me from my shoulder and said: ‘you kneel down you rubbish.’ The moment his hand touched my shoulder, I punched him in the belly. He wobbled and moved away from me. Instantly, I saw myself on the ground getting beaten up with sticks, metal pipes, cables, riffles and whips.
From above, I saw myself dead with my head smashed on the ground. The square was empty and pictures moved back slowly, as if it was my soul floating and seeing me from above.

Me rest in peace. Amen