Hello! My name is John and I am 38. I’ve never been married and prefer living a life on my own. Now it’s important to note before jumping to conclusions (I told my sister this dream and she said I needed to get married) that I never dream like this. It was very detailed and emotionally interesting and perplexing dream.

I should also mention that I am using the patch to quit smoking and I am also taking Adderall for ADHD with which I was diagnosed about 5 months ago. Now, to the dream:

I was attending an acrobatic show (which I would never attend in real life) and a horrible accident occurred. The tent or structure which played host to the event came crashing down. In my mind, of course, this was a world-wide calamity and it felt like the entire planet just caved in. As I was walking along the perimeter of the tent after the accident I came across a woman who was crushed beneath a metal beam. She had been one of the acrobats in the show and was wearing black leotards and white slippers. She asked me to describe to her what condition she was in as I held her hand and brushed back her blood-matted hair. I said “well there is a card or some flat object slicing through your left leg…not like a ball point pen that is stabbing into your leg…more like a card just slicing it…” Then she said “OK, well it’s not so bad then.” She didn’t know she was in much worse condition though I don’t know the details. I just had a feeling it was bad.

Her father and mother came toward us ( I remember watching them in the audience when their daughter was flying across the crowd on a swing during the show. They were very proud of her). The father was very stoic. I suspected he was always this way. But he put his hand on my shoulder and thanked me for saving her life (which I didn’t actually do, of course).

Months later, the lady was in the hospital recovering. Both of her legs had been amputated. She was still wearing the black leotard. I sat by her bedside still holding her hand. Her father came in and gave her flowers. He then said to me “everything is ready, son. The wedding will occur next week in Moscow.” It was then that I somehow remembered that he was a high-level officer in the KGB and his daughter, a famous trapeze artist.

The wedding finally happened and I stood at the front of the church. The man wheeling her down the aisle in her wheel chair was her father but he had somehow turned into Vladimir Putin. So now I am marrying the daughter of the former Russian president. For some strange reason I actually loved this girl. I can’t remember anything pointing to why I did. It was just a strong feeling for her. I didn’t care what other people thought about marrying a woman with no legs. In waking life, It would very much matter to me what people thought. Never mind that fact I was marrying the daughter of a former KGB official.

It was one of those dreams that I wanted to continue but, sadly, I couldn’t.