Crazy Dream Pt. II Eventually the commander came in to talk to the second in command and me. The second in command was angry and was saying that we were losing the war because we were vastly under-equipped and not able to take on the mass of Russians and Americans. To emphasize this, there was a pile of war loot someone had gathered but hastily abandoned in a pot on the table and he grabbed a handful. There was gold in there and other trinkets and he threw it on the ground as if to say that it was worthless basically and what we really needed was more equipment, ammo, weapons, etc. The commander tried to calm him down and tried to be optimistic in the obviously futile final struggle we were in and said something positive like we just need the right attitude or need to make it through this and we'll get the equipment. I felt like the second in command had a point and I went over to the pot of loot and was like, "He's right, you know." As I picked up the loot and watched it fall through my fingers. I said something to the effect that we were going to lose and we all knew it. A woman came into the house sometime later. She had been someone (a German or ethnic German from the Eastern territories perhaps) who had been following the SS company at the rear in their HQ and provided for the men, cooking, cleaning their uniforms, repair and mending of equipment and uniforms, medical treatment, whatever. She just wanted to help and be as close to the front lines as possible. The commander and second in command eventually left and she was talking to me. I started to notice that her body language and the way she was talking to me seemed a little friendly and "interested" and she more or less let it made known she wanted to sleep with me. I know we had sat down and I just remember feeling exhausted and overwhelmed and when she put her arms around me I remember falling into her lap and closing my eyes. It felt like the warm embrace of a mother and it felt safe in the tumultuous world we were living in. Suddenly the dream changed and I was standing in front of a gleaming white and very long building. It was in the classical Nazi architecture that liked to mimic the roman style and the building had SS runes on the front. There was also a sign in German which I cannot remember. There was also some sculpture by that prominent Third Reich artist Arno Brecker out front and looked like one of his idealized male figures looking very proud and stern. I looked and there were young BDM (Bund Deutscher Mädel) girls in their uniforms with young Hitler Jugend boys crossing the street in a file of two and coming into the building for some reason. The dream ended there when I suddenly became lucid and realized I was dreaming.