I was in about the eighth grade, I began to experience
ongoing dreams after listening to a Holocaust survivor's
story in school. These dreams continued for three or
four years. I dreamed each episode only once and I can
still remember most of them. Each dream was in great
detail and seemed to go on all night.
first dream was very choppy, something about hiding
in a car, being found by two men in uniform and hiding
a ring in my mouth. I don't remember a lot of it but
I was being dragged away. Maybe this is when they realized
I was of value and put me to work; I don't know.
dreamed I was a secretary to a German officer whose
makeshift office was located in a tarpaper warehouse.
I seemed to be pretty important as a secretary because
I spoke English, German and another language and could
interpret documents for them. I don't know if I was
a willing employee or had been forced to work there.
I was told never to go to the lower level of the building
but I once snuck down to see something and stumbled
upon a group of people being held there. It was very
scary to me and I fled. I feared for my life, knowing
that there was Jewish blood in my family. They disposed
of the prisoners' bodies by placing them in the tarpaper
rolls and trucking them out of the tarpaper warehouse.
I was traveling with a large group of people and hiding
in various places. This dream continued for years, often
including the death of different people to whom I had
became very attached. I remember hiding in the basement
of an antique store, a sewer and a large drain pipe
that emptied into an open field or valley. During that
dream there were only three of us left and we were starving.
The group included me (blonde, wearing a skirt, blouse
and sweater, not at all like I look now), and a small-built
man and his wife.
we had seen German soldiers down in the valley, the
woman decided to run to try to get away, even though
we told her she wouldn't make it. We heard shots and
the woman made it back into the drain pipe. She told
me, "Don't worry, it doesn't hurt as much as you
think." That was the last dream I ever had. I believe
that is because we were all killed by the soldiers.
I was born with a portwine birthmark on the left side
of my face. I wonder if that has any relation to my
my dreams were in color and some of the language was
in German. I don't speak any language other then English,
but in my dreams when I heard German being spoken I
understood it. I am now 50 years old. If I ever traveled
to Germany and found the town I worked in, I would know
my way around.
am now engaged to a man with a very German name. I looked
it up and learned of a German officer with the same
last name, same spelling, who was very big during World
War II and who worked closely with Hitler. My fiancé
and I have joked that we must have known each other
before, because when we met, it was like an instant
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