I was taken on an overseas trip, and before I realized it I was in Iran. I couldn't believe I ended up here as a group of us now had to figure out a story to cover up I was American. It was very nice, the people were quite friendly actually - I was in some open courtyard (or large open house), with a garden. However among the friendly people there one man in particular took notice of me and suspected I was American. He wanted to talk to me but I kept avoiding him. One of my friends told him, "Oh, he is Canadian". Eventually I had to give him some answers, but he was extremely irritated and quite stupid. He said he was from Lebanon, after that he refused to answer my questions. It was obvious he belonged to Iran's intelligence/religious group. He turned into more of a nuisance than anything else. Another lady at the house was much smarter and knew I was American, and hated me for it. I detected that and explained to her that in 2003 I was telling everyone that our governments story for the war was a complete lie, and I was against it. In another scene, I started to stare at a picture on a wall and it was a deep Persian blue.
Then and a group of people decided to take me on a trip. We were in Tehran. We were at some former palace with a stone walkway, and there were a lot of Russians there. When I asked where we were headed, someone pointed to a huge tall mountain. A pathway wrapped around it, and it wrapped around the mountain nine times. I felt the number nine was a mythological reference, either to Odin or ancient Zoroastrian mythology.
During this dream, I encountered another man who was a deadly enemy - of a magical sort. He had some ornament, which when he put on made him extremely powerful. At some point I found a black ring, and when he put on his ornament, I went ahead and put on the ring. He would then try to use his power, but then I would use the ring's power to counteract it. We constantly battled, both of us were equal and could not defeat each other. We would fight, break off for a while, fight again, to no avail. The ring gave power to a sword I used.
We proceeded on the journey to the mountain. It was very high, and the top was constantly covered with clouds. Although everyone had decided this was a tourist trip, my mission was to go to the top of the mountain. however we only circled it two times, and then went back. Part of it was dangerous. I realized I had to eventually go to the very top of the mountain, leave the ring at the top, and create a volcano. I realized that this mountain was Mount Doom. The volcano was going to be a huge disaster, but it was actually going to protect the Iranian people. The volcano was going to be a disaster for America, who would get so involved in handling the disaster at home that America could no longer think about going to war abroad - especially against Iran.
I then encountered that magician again - and this time he had collected more black ornaments then me, and I had misplaced my ring. He was more powerful then me this time, and as I thought about surrendering I then woke up. I sent this dream to an Iranian friend of mine, he sent this video in response:
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