This dream was a reoccurring one, and actually one of my favorites in the end. This is the first truly graphic dream I can remember. I think the first time I had it, I was 8 years old. Then I continued to have it at least once a year for 4 years. Each time I had this dream, something else was added onto the end of it, which eventually made it kind of entertaining. So anyway, I'll just write it.
This dream starts out in kind of the 1800's. I am wearing an old fashioned dress and so is my mother (who actually didn't look a thing like my real mother). We are cooking in a big cauldron, set over a camp fire and we have a tent set up as well. We are camping in this beautiful, green, grassy area that has a forest next to it, and a steep hill that kind of hides us on the other side of it. We are just sitting there and I'm watching my little sister play. (She's a baby at this point.)
All of the sudden, we hear people shouting in the distance that the Nazis are coming. We hear gun shots and people screaming, and all that happens next happens very quickly. My mother looks at me with intensity in her eyes and tells me to take my little brother (a toddler at this point) into the woods and cover ourselves with the mattress. Somehow, I knew what she meant. I was terrified, but I took his hand and we ran to the woods. We put a mattress over the top of us and had a little hole that we could see out of, to watch the next scene unfold. My mother, trying to protect my little sister (the baby), placed her in a nearby microwave (I know it doesn't make sense, but it's a dream). As the Nazis came over the hill with their guns ready, they butted my mother in the head with their rifle, and kicked over the microwave, not knowing there was a baby inside. I remember watching all of this, but knowing that I had to keep my brother safe. We stayed crouched down, and the Nazis didn't find us.
All of the sudden, the next part of the dream involves us in a boat. My little brother and I are sailing in a boat to this island. I'm not sure how we got there, but we're still fleeing the Nazis. For some reason, they couldn't come in the water. So we get to an island and meet the rest of my family there. My father was there with a couple of my other siblings. I told them what had happened at the camp and they were all upset, but we were in survival mode and didn't have time to mourn. We camped out on this island which seemed to have at least a few thousand people hiding on it. But eventually, we had to flee from there as well because once again, the Nazis came and began an open fire on us all. We fled together, me holding my little brother's hand.
The next part involves us in a warehouse building of some sort. There are a few play sets set up in this warehouse and there are children playing in each of them. Things seem to be happy and content when all of the sudden, someone shouts again that the Nazis are coming. All of the children begin to flee when I get an idea. I yell for them all to stop and to come here. Reluctantly, a few of them listen. I began to frantically give them instructions. I had them rocks and soap and buckets full of something heavy, then station them strategically throughout the play sets. When the Nazis come, they begin slowly looking at every play set, trying to find us. But eventually, one walks straight into the trap I had set and all hell breaks lose. The child with the soap makes a few Nazis fall on the ground and hit their heads. The one with the rocks starts pelting them at anyone he can find. Children start screaming and running around attacking any Nazi they could, and the buckets swing from ropes, hitting them in the head. It was all of the classic things that you see in the movies like Home Alone, where kids have rigged some sort of contraption to beat the bad guys. Then at one point, everyone pauses as the roof to this warehouse opens up an a spaceship-like contraption comes out of the ceiling. It slowly lowers down, as all eyes in the room are fixed on who is inside. He looks familiar, and then it hits me. That's Hitler.
As I realize who it is, I'm instantly overcome with fear and I can see the fear in everyone elses' face too. Then all of the sudden, as Hitler steps out of the spaceship contraption, a movie director comes into the scene and says "Cut, Cut! C'mon you guys, you call that acting?? How am I suppose to make a movie with that? Let's start from the top." And that's the end of the dream.
So yeah, vivid and terrible until that one last scene, and then it's just funny. You're next question will probably be, "Were you learning about WWII or something during all of this." And that would be a good question to get out of the way up front. You'll soon learn that none of my dreams have anything at all to do with what I am going through or memories I've had. Occasionally there are small correlations, but more often than not, my dreams come out of no where, and are based off of nothing that I can tell from my own experiences. Anyway, so that's the end of dream #1.
This dream starts out in kind of the 1800's. I am wearing an old fashioned dress and so is my mother (who actually didn't look a thing like my real mother). We are cooking in a big cauldron, set over a camp fire and we have a tent set up as well. We are camping in this beautiful, green, grassy area that has a forest next to it, and a steep hill that kind of hides us on the other side of it. We are just sitting there and I'm watching my little sister play. (She's a baby at this point.)
All of the sudden, we hear people shouting in the distance that the Nazis are coming. We hear gun shots and people screaming, and all that happens next happens very quickly. My mother looks at me with intensity in her eyes and tells me to take my little brother (a toddler at this point) into the woods and cover ourselves with the mattress. Somehow, I knew what she meant. I was terrified, but I took his hand and we ran to the woods. We put a mattress over the top of us and had a little hole that we could see out of, to watch the next scene unfold. My mother, trying to protect my little sister (the baby), placed her in a nearby microwave (I know it doesn't make sense, but it's a dream). As the Nazis came over the hill with their guns ready, they butted my mother in the head with their rifle, and kicked over the microwave, not knowing there was a baby inside. I remember watching all of this, but knowing that I had to keep my brother safe. We stayed crouched down, and the Nazis didn't find us.
All of the sudden, the next part of the dream involves us in a boat. My little brother and I are sailing in a boat to this island. I'm not sure how we got there, but we're still fleeing the Nazis. For some reason, they couldn't come in the water. So we get to an island and meet the rest of my family there. My father was there with a couple of my other siblings. I told them what had happened at the camp and they were all upset, but we were in survival mode and didn't have time to mourn. We camped out on this island which seemed to have at least a few thousand people hiding on it. But eventually, we had to flee from there as well because once again, the Nazis came and began an open fire on us all. We fled together, me holding my little brother's hand.
The next part involves us in a warehouse building of some sort. There are a few play sets set up in this warehouse and there are children playing in each of them. Things seem to be happy and content when all of the sudden, someone shouts again that the Nazis are coming. All of the children begin to flee when I get an idea. I yell for them all to stop and to come here. Reluctantly, a few of them listen. I began to frantically give them instructions. I had them rocks and soap and buckets full of something heavy, then station them strategically throughout the play sets. When the Nazis come, they begin slowly looking at every play set, trying to find us. But eventually, one walks straight into the trap I had set and all hell breaks lose. The child with the soap makes a few Nazis fall on the ground and hit their heads. The one with the rocks starts pelting them at anyone he can find. Children start screaming and running around attacking any Nazi they could, and the buckets swing from ropes, hitting them in the head. It was all of the classic things that you see in the movies like Home Alone, where kids have rigged some sort of contraption to beat the bad guys. Then at one point, everyone pauses as the roof to this warehouse opens up an a spaceship-like contraption comes out of the ceiling. It slowly lowers down, as all eyes in the room are fixed on who is inside. He looks familiar, and then it hits me. That's Hitler.
As I realize who it is, I'm instantly overcome with fear and I can see the fear in everyone elses' face too. Then all of the sudden, as Hitler steps out of the spaceship contraption, a movie director comes into the scene and says "Cut, Cut! C'mon you guys, you call that acting?? How am I suppose to make a movie with that? Let's start from the top." And that's the end of the dream.
So yeah, vivid and terrible until that one last scene, and then it's just funny. You're next question will probably be, "Were you learning about WWII or something during all of this." And that would be a good question to get out of the way up front. You'll soon learn that none of my dreams have anything at all to do with what I am going through or memories I've had. Occasionally there are small correlations, but more often than not, my dreams come out of no where, and are based off of nothing that I can tell from my own experiences. Anyway, so that's the end of dream #1.
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