I was looking at a landscape in eastern Africa, most likely Kenya, with low rolling hills, dry savannah, brush, and scrub trees. Some men had a hot air balloon, enticing others to get into their basket. A man entered, and I could see the balloon rising from the trees. I found myself in the spirit, looking upward from inside the basket. It was amazing. We left the earth and ascended above the stratosphere. I could see billions of stars in the galaxy with remarkable clarity. There was one man principally in control of the basket. He was very evil; he was Satan. I could now see the basket far above the earth. It was a beautiful scene; the curvature of the earth below, a ring of orange and purple where the sun was reflecting off the atmosphere, and a brilliant black sky above dotted with stars.

Satan then pushed the man out of the basket. The man resisted, but the force overcame him. To my horror, I watched as the man fell helplessly to his death. I sensed very clearly how Satan was enjoying watching the destruction of this man. He took great sadistic pleasure in watching him suffer. I watched the descent, and a lake appeared on the earth below where the man was falling. He vanished into the lake, and I did not see his final predicament.

This dream was about President Obama, the President of the United States.