Journal #7475

Posted 12 years ago2011-11-11 21:33:02 UTC
I had this dream last night. I was a NAZI soldier sent undercover to Holland. I can't remember what for, though. I walked across the border and I lived with a local merchant, somehow fighting crime but also pretending to be a defenseless nobody, until somehow I found out a plan to frame me for something I didn't do. I had to clean my name somehow, so I walked to the next village and entered a tailor's shop to have a new suit made. While I was there, a woman burst in asking, in German, about the lead tailor. I most naturally nodded my head in his direction, and then I sat next to the tailor assistant's desk. Without looking away from her work, she talked to me:

(in German) I didn't know you could speak German.
(in German) Yes... uh... a bit.
(in Dutch) That's great, it might come in handy.
(in Dutch) Indeed it might! But I'm not fluent enough.
(in Spanish) What about Spanish, can you speak Spanish too?
(in Spanish) Sure I can! It's easy!
(in Spanish) That's awesome!

After my new suit was finished I was captured by some CIA or German equivalent, I guess thugs in Blues Brothers-like attires, that were bent on convincing me to turn myself in and accept the charges for the crime I was being framed for. I was then presented with a gorgeous looking lady who had been paid to pretend she was a prostitute that witnessed my (still unknown to me) illegal actions. She then whispered in my ear that I seemed to be a nice guy and she actually wanted to get laid when this was over. (at this point I should have guessed it was a dream, but no)

I was taken to a building that looked just like the American Congress, which was closed for the day but the thugs had the key to it. I was taken to a room that looked like a kindergarten but "mixed" in between the children were a handful of men in their 50s, in suits, cutting and pasting random scraps of paper. As I got closer to them, it became apparent that their job was to decode steganographed high-security messages hidden in the advertisements posted to the local papers. The lady pushed me to the side and told me (in English) she had just learned I was being framed once again. As she was telling me this, I noticed one of the men was holding something up in the air, very still. I realised he was filming me to frame me yet again for something, so I looked straight into the video device with an evil grin. He immediately noticed and pointed it away, so we took the evidence and walked away unnoticed. Now I could return to "my" village (where the army or police or some generic law enforcement group was expecting me) to clean my name once and for all.

I woke up before I found out whether they believed me or not. And before I got the chick.

4 Comments

Commented 12 years ago2011-11-12 12:52:01 UTC Comment #62287
Wow that is stunning detail; i wish i could remember my dreams like that.
Commented 12 years ago2011-11-12 18:10:36 UTC Comment #62286
I lol'd
Commented 12 years ago2011-11-13 01:01:49 UTC Comment #62288
I just had deja vu about reading this journal so weird!

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Commented 12 years ago2011-11-13 04:10:30 UTC Comment #62289
I think you already read it ;)

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