seagreen
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I apologize in advance for the length of this post.
All my life, I've been strongly attracted to the WWII era, to the fashion, music, and history. I am American in this lifetime, but my interest in WWII has predominantly been in the German experience of WWII. My father, who was born the year after WWII ended and was later in the military, is also a WWII history buff and was particularly interested in the Luftwaffe.
Nearly three years ago, I had a dream that I believe was a memory from my life during WWII. I wish that I knew more history, and I'm hoping that someone here will know if my details make sense. I have a strong feeling, partly from the setting of the dream and from what history I do know, that this dream was set in Vichy France.
In the dream, I was a dark-haired European woman, probably in my mid-to-late twenties. I was staying in an old, slightly rundown but beautiful country house, and with me were several soldiers. The time of year seemed to be late spring or summertime, as the house was surrounded by thick vegetation and vines, and it was pretty warm. The house had been emptied of most everything. There were a few pieces of damaged furniture still in it. There was also an old, out-of-tune piano on the second floor.
I wish that I had written down all of the details and feelings I had on the morning I had the dream, but I didn't, so here's what I do remember. I was the only woman in the house, and I think it either belonged to me or my family, but there was no family anymore. I was assisting these Nazi soldiers, and there were maybe ten or fifteen of them in the house with me. It was pretty clear that I had been helping them in some way for a while, because we knew each other well, they trusted me, and accepted me. However, the highest ranking soldier there was particularly important to me. I had overwhelming feelings of love and affection for him, and it seemed that he had the same feelings for me, but we were unable to express our love for each other. I can't explain how intense my longing for him was. But it was a sad feeling, because I knew that we were all doomed in that house.
It was understood that we were expecting an attack, that we were wanted, that our whereabouts were known or would be soon, and that we were weak. I think we all expected to die, but weren't saying it out loud. We all tried to remain strong and form some kind of plan, but our plans were futile. I remember playing the piano for the soldiers a couple of times, trying to lift our spirits some. But the mood of the dream was tense and dreary. One of the times I played the piano was for the soldier I loved. I remember that after I did this, he briefly touched my hand, and I just wanted to cry. I didn't, though, because I was trying to remain strong.
Then, it was understood that the next day had come. And we were under attack. Some other soldiers outside were firing on the house, and the soldiers with me were firing from the windows. But the guns outside were much more powerful than what we had. Some were killed in the exchange. I remember trying to find the one I loved, but I was downstairs and he was upstairs. I was also trying to find a weapon of my own to try to help, as pointless as it was.
After a while, the firing from outside stopped. I knew that most of the men in the house were dead upstairs or in the other rooms. I felt angry and terrified, and I knew that something worse was coming. I knew that the entire area was going to be destroyed and that it was coming soon. I was overwhelmed with emotion, and without thinking, decided to run outside with a gun I'd found to see if I could attack the soldiers who had attacked my house. I ran out the front door, and stopped in my tracks. I could suddenly hear a low-flying plane in the distance, and instantly knew I was a dead woman. I decided that I wanted to die with the soldiers and with the house, so I ran back inside. I got down on the floor by the wall, and covered my head with my hands. Moments later, everything exploded in flames. I briefly felt such terror and agony, but then, I came up out of myself and was looking down on the scene. The house was destroyed, and my body lay there in flames and wreckage. And I thought to myself that death was not so bad, and I felt completely relieved that the struggle was done. I was at peace in that moment. And then I woke up. I can't explain how I felt when I opened my eyes. It was like I had stepped back through a doorway into my current life from that one. It was so real.
Anyway, I hope my post didn't bore you all, and that someone here can shed some light on what exactly happened in this dream and if those events sound like they could have been real. I strongly believe that this dream was a flashback of a past life, but I guess there is always a chance that it was something my brain concocted. But I could swear to you that this really happened to me. It did not feel like a dream.
All my life, I've been strongly attracted to the WWII era, to the fashion, music, and history. I am American in this lifetime, but my interest in WWII has predominantly been in the German experience of WWII. My father, who was born the year after WWII ended and was later in the military, is also a WWII history buff and was particularly interested in the Luftwaffe.
Nearly three years ago, I had a dream that I believe was a memory from my life during WWII. I wish that I knew more history, and I'm hoping that someone here will know if my details make sense. I have a strong feeling, partly from the setting of the dream and from what history I do know, that this dream was set in Vichy France.
In the dream, I was a dark-haired European woman, probably in my mid-to-late twenties. I was staying in an old, slightly rundown but beautiful country house, and with me were several soldiers. The time of year seemed to be late spring or summertime, as the house was surrounded by thick vegetation and vines, and it was pretty warm. The house had been emptied of most everything. There were a few pieces of damaged furniture still in it. There was also an old, out-of-tune piano on the second floor.
I wish that I had written down all of the details and feelings I had on the morning I had the dream, but I didn't, so here's what I do remember. I was the only woman in the house, and I think it either belonged to me or my family, but there was no family anymore. I was assisting these Nazi soldiers, and there were maybe ten or fifteen of them in the house with me. It was pretty clear that I had been helping them in some way for a while, because we knew each other well, they trusted me, and accepted me. However, the highest ranking soldier there was particularly important to me. I had overwhelming feelings of love and affection for him, and it seemed that he had the same feelings for me, but we were unable to express our love for each other. I can't explain how intense my longing for him was. But it was a sad feeling, because I knew that we were all doomed in that house.
It was understood that we were expecting an attack, that we were wanted, that our whereabouts were known or would be soon, and that we were weak. I think we all expected to die, but weren't saying it out loud. We all tried to remain strong and form some kind of plan, but our plans were futile. I remember playing the piano for the soldiers a couple of times, trying to lift our spirits some. But the mood of the dream was tense and dreary. One of the times I played the piano was for the soldier I loved. I remember that after I did this, he briefly touched my hand, and I just wanted to cry. I didn't, though, because I was trying to remain strong.
Then, it was understood that the next day had come. And we were under attack. Some other soldiers outside were firing on the house, and the soldiers with me were firing from the windows. But the guns outside were much more powerful than what we had. Some were killed in the exchange. I remember trying to find the one I loved, but I was downstairs and he was upstairs. I was also trying to find a weapon of my own to try to help, as pointless as it was.
After a while, the firing from outside stopped. I knew that most of the men in the house were dead upstairs or in the other rooms. I felt angry and terrified, and I knew that something worse was coming. I knew that the entire area was going to be destroyed and that it was coming soon. I was overwhelmed with emotion, and without thinking, decided to run outside with a gun I'd found to see if I could attack the soldiers who had attacked my house. I ran out the front door, and stopped in my tracks. I could suddenly hear a low-flying plane in the distance, and instantly knew I was a dead woman. I decided that I wanted to die with the soldiers and with the house, so I ran back inside. I got down on the floor by the wall, and covered my head with my hands. Moments later, everything exploded in flames. I briefly felt such terror and agony, but then, I came up out of myself and was looking down on the scene. The house was destroyed, and my body lay there in flames and wreckage. And I thought to myself that death was not so bad, and I felt completely relieved that the struggle was done. I was at peace in that moment. And then I woke up. I can't explain how I felt when I opened my eyes. It was like I had stepped back through a doorway into my current life from that one. It was so real.
Anyway, I hope my post didn't bore you all, and that someone here can shed some light on what exactly happened in this dream and if those events sound like they could have been real. I strongly believe that this dream was a flashback of a past life, but I guess there is always a chance that it was something my brain concocted. But I could swear to you that this really happened to me. It did not feel like a dream.
