posted on Sep, 9 2005 @ 09:29 PM
I don't remember if I posted this....
At any rate, in the 8th grade, in the mid-80s, I first heard about concentration camps in this one class. One night when I was 13 I had a dream where
I was in such a camp. The thing of it was, it was in a nice, sunny place...but I knew that it was also sinister.
Fast-forward to a few months ago (I'm now 32). I had a dream that my husband, son, and I were being taken to a camp. All I remember is really high
fences with barbed wire. It was like a maze. That's all I really remember.