Thread: Dream freaked me out.

I had a freaky dream about me being a supporter of hitler and it freaned me out. Here it is, taken from my workbook:


I am in a drill camp for new recruits for hitler. we did marching practice with a rifle. My best friend was there and a strange girl that always gave me attitude. We practiced marching, rifle holding, speaking, and yelling. We got a break and were told to get refreshments. The refreshments were pop of various kind, root beer mostly, fruit punch, hot dog buns and a hundred string cheese sticks. My friend and I took a lot of cheese and I took a cup of fruit punch. We went down a nearby hill to try and get away from this because we both didn't want to be nazis or especially nazi soldiers. It was a leisurely stroll down and the hill turned into the hill from the botanical gardens that were by my home in my hometown in Ukraine. we came to the bottom where there was a market such as the one in another town in Ukraine that is very important to me and I lived there for a while. Someone from the camp found us and made us go back into the camp and to the mass meeting that was being held. More a rally actually. We joined it. It was a neat grid of people, and hitler was talking and presenting propaganda. The aforementioned girl and I argued. We had to give hilter our weapons or anything that could be used as a weapon. I had only my gun from practice. A robot that looked like the red clothes donation box flies up to me, waits for a second, and dumps an evil lawnmower in front of me that had blades everywhere, not just the bottom. When my turn came, I was afraid of hitler. I have hi everything and he dumped it into a chute that led to a mass storage fro weapons. I then left down the hill and the dream ended.


Also, I am just wondering, If I find out about someone I know being gay in the dream, does it meansomething about me? In a previous dream I was talking to someone I knew and I was fascinated to find out they were gay and since it is my subconscious, that has gotten me thinking... is there something I son't know about myself?