5/21 A much better recall today, i'm impressed of myself. As I was writing these down, I could barely remember earlier dreams I had, but not enough to write down.
I am an American spy infiltrating a Nazi SS HQ. As I walk through, I see rooms filled with SS watching propaganda, or doing military exercises. I see a poster with all the types of German tanks. There is a very important meeting going on. I walk in there and pretend to be doing the laundry in the back. As i'm doing this, a few SS turn to look at me, and then turn away. I leave before their suspicions rise. A little later after the meeting, an SS officer comes to speak with me. He says he's never seen me before, and I say "Ich kommt auf Poland," (I come from Poland) "but with American Parents." He replies, "Sure, I can understand that. A kid can be white and have a black dad." I think that was an analogy. After we talk, a very heavy SS man stared at me for a while. After that, I walk into a theater type place. An old woman walks by me. She falls down, and drops some papers she was holding. She is laying face down on the ground. There are workers everywhere staring at her, and I walk over and try to "help" pick up the papers the woman dropped. I look at the top of her head, it is squished in a little bit, and the side of her face has blood splatters. I waved 2 workers over to basically peel this woman off of the pavement. When they did, she started running again. An SS shot her several times in the back. I couldn't handle this, so I took a nearby flight of stairs to the right, where there were tables. There were 2 Aryan girls sitting at a table up here that caught my interest, I sat down, and I was looking around the auditorium. The left and right walkways were grey tile, like that in a horror movie, and there were tables in front of the stage, on top of carpet. Down the tile-ways, there were several Jews running and being shot. There were blood marks strewn up and down these walkways. Now i'm at a table center front, directly by the stage. The same 2 women are there, but there is a guy at the table also with us. He has short blonde hair, and glasses. He looked like a guy from Scott Pilgrim, one of the ones that Wallace makes out with during the first fight. He turned and asked me "How are we going to have sex without anyone noticing?" I said no, sorry, I don't do that. That guy turned into my friend Phil, and Phil pulled out an Old Timer/ Switchblade. I stood up, backed up, and picked up a chair. I heard someone say "Yeah! WWE Style!" Phil tried to stab me a few times but I didn't let him. He somehow maneuvered the blade around the hair, but dropped the knife. We both scrambled for the knife, but he got it, and the dream ended.
#2 I was with Edward, and he got a new house. He went inside, looking for something. When I walked into the house, I was greeted by Sheldon's "old" family: Sheldon, his mom, and Mick, his step dad. They were fighting over something, and after a while of listening to them bicker, I was finally able to talk. I said, "Your a fucking family," as soon as I said that, they started nagging at me, "We don't say that in our house! Jesus says... (etc.)" After that settled down, I started over, saying that "Every family is dysfunctional, that's just the way it is. We have families so that they can teach us a life lesson." We all agreed that that was really deep, so I was satisfied and ended the dream.
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