Before I go to bed tonight, I want to record the dream I had last night:

I was staying in a cabin in the woods with my very large family. I went off somewhere (maybe to the mall, because part of my dream took place at the mall but I'm not sure where that was) and when I came back, I had to cross a river to get back to the cabin. I came to the bridge and it was covered with these savage orange raccoons. I decided to go to the next bridge, but the raccoons were there, too. I decided there was no way to avoid them, so I got a running start and jumped over the raccoons, who were so stunned that it took them a while to turn around and start chasing me. The raccoons chased me all through the woods but I ran through the door of the cabin and slammed it shut just in time. Then I discovered none of my family were there. They'd all gone outside to take a family photograph and I caught up with them just in time. Then we were all rounded up by the Nazis, because apparently now we were French Jews during WWII. This whole part of my dream was conducted in French. We were going to be taken to a concentration camp, where we believed that we were going to be burned as fuel. We stopped at a (modern) convenience store or truck stop or something on the way. A German soldier said that I could have some chocolate, which I understood as meaning that although it was forbidden to Jews, he would look the other way if I wanted to buy some. I got out my change purse and found that I had a lot of quarters (because somehow in my dream I was my modern American self and my WWII French self at the same time) and a few centimes. I had one English pound that had been painted to look like French money, but I couldn't spend that because then the Germans would know that we'd been planning to escape to England. I was disappointed that I didn't have enough spendable money to buy the chocolate but I looked in my purse one more time and suddenly there was a stack of deutschmarks, which were all coins about the size of a credit card but quite a bit thicker. I got out my deutschmarks to pay for the chocolate, but then found out that the German soldier had paid for my chocolate. Then I woke up.

srah - Monday, 8 August 2005 - 1:00 AM

Trackback Pings

TrackBack URL for this entry:

Comments (2)

gravatar katie - August 8, 2005 - 10:08 AM -

Dude. You should seriously write fiction based on your dreams.

gravatar Aunt Pam - August 8, 2005 - 10:26 AM -

Your dream reminded me of a book I read several years ago "Blessings on the Moon" by Joseph Skibell. Very surreal. It haunted me for a long time.

Blog Directory - Blogged