I don't know if it's because of the war going on, but i've been thinking a lot about a dream i had Last December these days. And it was unlike any other dream: in this dream, i am a young man. But i feel ME nonetheless. And these days, this young man has been in my mind:
I am sitting around a rectangle table with carved edges made of redish wood in a high ceiling room, full of tall windows but dim light. I am young man in german uniform. I believe i am important because it is a meeting where Hitler is sitted and i have various army ornaments on my jacket. The Fuhrer is talking, but he does so very slow and in a rombotic manner. I know that these are the last hours of this once great man; he is degenerating. I used to be very fond of him. Next to me sits a woman who keeps the meeting notes. She is the only one apart from me who understands what really goes on. When he stops talking, I speak to Hitler boldly (it seems we had good relationship) saying that these are the last days of our regime, we are loosing not only in power but we are also loosing our minds, we must not go about doing the last mass-killing that is planned. The whole conversation takes place in german (!), i call him Fuhrer. He looks at me disappointed. He turns left and whispers to who in my dream i know is the chief of SS (!). I know he told him to kill me. They all go out. We are in an old, huge building like a palace made of stone. Nobody tells me, but i know where to go and i walk to the basement. It is full of light, people and soldiers. The soldiers are killing the people who are running around. The light comes bright from the small windows. I know most of the people being killed are german. I just walk around watching people die. I feel no fear at all, i am extremely calm. A german woman is shot in the chest and blood leaves her mouth. As i walk, a bullet enters my body, right of my torso. No fear, no pain. As i start fading away, i slowly wake up.
The fact is, i decided not to pay attention to any of my dreams anymore, until i "tune" myself to reading them. But this one's been "haunting" me. You know what i wonder these days about this dream? Whether it's a past life memory dream. What do you all think? I would be devastated to know that i was a german soldier in WWII and because of me many died. But i feel "proud" of that young man/me in a way. Your feedback is appreciated.
irini.
I am sitting around a rectangle table with carved edges made of redish wood in a high ceiling room, full of tall windows but dim light. I am young man in german uniform. I believe i am important because it is a meeting where Hitler is sitted and i have various army ornaments on my jacket. The Fuhrer is talking, but he does so very slow and in a rombotic manner. I know that these are the last hours of this once great man; he is degenerating. I used to be very fond of him. Next to me sits a woman who keeps the meeting notes. She is the only one apart from me who understands what really goes on. When he stops talking, I speak to Hitler boldly (it seems we had good relationship) saying that these are the last days of our regime, we are loosing not only in power but we are also loosing our minds, we must not go about doing the last mass-killing that is planned. The whole conversation takes place in german (!), i call him Fuhrer. He looks at me disappointed. He turns left and whispers to who in my dream i know is the chief of SS (!). I know he told him to kill me. They all go out. We are in an old, huge building like a palace made of stone. Nobody tells me, but i know where to go and i walk to the basement. It is full of light, people and soldiers. The soldiers are killing the people who are running around. The light comes bright from the small windows. I know most of the people being killed are german. I just walk around watching people die. I feel no fear at all, i am extremely calm. A german woman is shot in the chest and blood leaves her mouth. As i walk, a bullet enters my body, right of my torso. No fear, no pain. As i start fading away, i slowly wake up.
The fact is, i decided not to pay attention to any of my dreams anymore, until i "tune" myself to reading them. But this one's been "haunting" me. You know what i wonder these days about this dream? Whether it's a past life memory dream. What do you all think? I would be devastated to know that i was a german soldier in WWII and because of me many died. But i feel "proud" of that young man/me in a way. Your feedback is appreciated.
irini.
