World War II

World War II

Don’t ask me how I know, but I do.

I am in this house with four other people. Two women and two men. Hell has broken loose. It’s the second world war. Really. Because the Nazis are there. We needed to escape. The house looked like a richly furnished manor/farmhouse. We were in a hurry. We had to get out. Somehow we were in possession of some of those hand grenades that look like torch-lights (German?). We rigged a couple under some brick-a-brac that once moved will set them off. Nice welcome present for the Nazis.

We piled into the car and drove off at break-neck speed. Not a moment too soon. The Nazis were already in the compound. It was a bright-sky day but the noise of war; the confusion; the shear number of people and the dark black smoke that filled the horizon spoke volumes.

Some of the Nazi soldiers and officers eyed us as we drove past and you could see in their eyes that they felt there was something wrong and they should stop us, but we made it through.

We had one of those open-topped officer’s military jeeps. The freckle-faced dark haired Caucasian lady seated beside me on the back seat was my fiancee (don’t ask how I knew). The dark curly haired young man seated in front of her was her younger brother. There was an exchange between them that was important but which I can no longer remember. We drove all day and all night. Finally we got to some sort of deserted hotel.

We checked in and in the morning we decided we needed to hurry up and put some more distance between us and possibly the war or our pursuers. But the other lady insisted she needed a bath. We all joined in to convince her that we had no time for such things.

For some reason I decided I needed to change my trousers. That was when the matron of the hotel descended the wide stairs from her quarters. My sister (who had somehow appeared on the scene) said”I shouldn’t be changing my trousers with the woman coming down the stairs and into the room”. The woman decided to back me while we had a conversation but it was obvious she wasn’t really bashful and was worldly-wise. Another interesting conversation but I can’t remember what it was about any more.

We finally got on the way again and I had the feeling we were in France (while the original house was in Germany).

No I didn’t make this up. It was a very vivid dream. Strangely I don’t think I have watched any second world war period piece recently. But the chaos when we stepped out of the original house and the look of the German soldiers was so real, I felt I could have actually had some sort of flashback (or to people that believe in such things, I might have been reliving someone else’s actual past (life event).

20-03-2014

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