I hesitate to post this, but it is the ending of Johanna's story. I (she) was attempting to leave France with three men, and one other woman. The woman was very attractive, so ties to Paris cafe' society are very possible. We were apprehended by the Nazis. The papers we carried were in question. I could see passports in red covers. They looked like Danish or Norwegian passports, issued around 1940. I thought to myself, "We are going to die, and badly." I was separated from the rest of the group, by the Nazi in charge, and interrogated. I could see my slender, white arm. He turned my delicate arm over, and inserted a sewing needle, all the way in, so the eye was concealed. I could feel the burning pain in the dream. I have never felt physical pain in a dream before. I thought, "You dirty, Nazi *******." Thankfully, I woke up. I checked to see if sewing needles were used in torture, and they have been in some cases. It's a thought that never would have occurred to me. I guess Johanna never made it home, Lynette. It was wishful thinking. I would have incarnated again after she died fairly quickly. I thought it was appropriate to post the end of my story here, instead of the Forum I participate in now. Lynette, that is what happened to Johanna.
