I guess my children one never knows what their dreams are made of as I was just awoken now in the most interesting of ways.
I was with a group of partisans and I suspect Europe, as were being hunted from the hospital I think it was by some nicely dressed National Socialists. There was killing and all of that and I had a reather cheaply made submachine gun which I turned in for a Norland belt axe which one of the Nazi had in their hand.
Having had experience of sorts with using such an implement, I naturally cracked a few socialist skulls, but not to permanent sleeping as they woke up.
Our numbers grew and we made our way to a nice retreat. They had medical services and staff, and a great deal of stone work, and a nice hall where I ended up, giving the bop to one particular Nazi who just was a bit too zealous, so I put him to sleep.
It was an odd thing of a dream as I was busy as usual, which was not odd, and I started going through the drawers of this grande oak table they were seated around. Nice thing really to keep the ornaments around the table and not in some cabinet.
So I was going through Hitler's drawers and finding all sorts of things. First it was ornaments, and I could not figure what they were as they were like Christmas things without purpose. Herr Hitler had gone to great trouble I was told and expense. One of the first things I found was this glittery silver rough rod which cost 15,000 American I was told.
I eventually found my way to napkins which were very pretty and I thought about taking one as sovenier as something to remember it all by.
Then I found this American flag looking thing which was not American at all. Was a sort of 1776 thing with banners odd formations of things like a new United States that was quite grande and expanded. Looked more like bunting and was more red in a maroon way than any stars and stripes.
So I set it up, much to the delight of the partisans and the Germans, who were quite delighted in my having the audacity to do such a thing.
Orders came for us to leave, but I was still going through the drawers, Hitler's drawers, now looking for something to take along as soveneir, and everyone just was gone leaving me with the Germans. I wondered of my danger, but as I looked around, they were all quite content in going through the drawers and seeing what they could find too.
I was then awoken unceremoniously or I woke myself up.
I realize dreams are about sorting things and I do write a great deal and watch Masterpiece Theater reruns at times with other drama, but it seems a bit more as I have never seen a table like this even in design.
When I am rich I think I will embark upon an adventure of building one such as this, a great oval of oak, even if I am no fond of oak due to it being open grained, with drawers in the skirt full of fancy things for holy day occasions.
I think I would have liked to dreamed it to conclusion, but is the thing about my dreams the past year in I dream dreams and in the midst of them I begin to realize that they were parts of dreams I had experienced before and I was taking them up again.
If I were not such a popular girl, I would be reminded of and the old men shall dream dreams, since I have not seen many visions.
Yes the part of the drawers was finding things the people with money have, but is of no value......
Enough of the interpretation stuff as a great deal was going on.
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