posted on Aug, 9 2010 @ 05:47 AM
For whatever reason, I've been having Nazi dreams for the last week.
Allow me to describe the conditions: No booze, no drugs, but an endless pipeline of caffein via carbonated beverages, which I imbibe by way of
fountain drinks. I just love a soda jerk, always have. In truth, it's mostly water, because I fill up the cup with ice. So, I'm only actually
drinking about a measured cup of cola diluted with 36 ounces of water. That's the anatomical way of looking at it. So, I drink cola-flavored water
all day long,
Aside from that, my diet is kind of restricted, no friendly steaks or racks of voluptuous ribs or any of that. I'm eating rabbit food (vegetables)
when I eat, and I get to CHEAT once a week, according to my doctor who is also one of the members of the church council that voted to have me bodily
removed from ch — EH! Not going there.
Ironic, though, isn't it? HE tells me it's okay to cheat.
You crooks are reading this, aren't you? HA! Choke on it.
So. Psychologically, I'm really upbeat and optimistic, I'm reasonably healthy for a male of 50 years. Yeah, I look at ass, and my wife knows it.
NO, I do not chase ass, and my wife knows this, as well. I am not stupid.
Summary: Everything is cool, no crises, the dog is asleep.
So here come three nights of weird NAZI dreams. Linked together. Telling a story. Pretty cool, in a way, because the dreams are so vivid and
detailed and well-costumed and the lighting is almost theatrical. But all these dreams revolve around a fantastically complex Nazi operation to
ensure that Adolf Hitler inseminates a virgin and sires a son who leads the Third Reich into the Future, ja.
My part in the dream is that of a concentration camp PRISONER of the Nazis, and several of my friends and colleagues are prisoners as well, and we
must suffer the nonstop lies and crap and abuse even as we watch the Third Reich rising to power.
Over a period of three days, I am not kidding, this dream story unfolded, picking up right where it left off every time I went to sleep.
No. No televisions or radios influencing my dream state. I sleep in the upstairs master bedroom of a hundred-year-old house, in complete privacy and
isolation and there are no external audio sources up there to contaminate my sleep. It's blissful, living silence. Except for my snoring.
Most interesting is that the dream of the third night involved a prison break, or liberation by the allies, and I was able to rescue the virgin from
Adolf Hitler! YAY
Man... I can only imagine the replies, but please do reply.
Mainly, I want to know if anybody ELSE is having Nazi dreams, because this thing was so sprawling and cinematic that I could easily imagine MANY
consciousnesses contributing to the spectacle.
— Doc Velocity
[edit on 8/9/2010 by Doc Velocity]