Ruth
The Living Force
I was living in Germany as Hitler's niece. I looked somewhat like Eva Braun in the dream, reasonably tall, blond and well dressed for the time.
We were living in a village just outside (somewhere). Once, at night, a group of villagers gathered outside to watch some bombers go by. They were 'Allied' bombers and they were going off to bomb Berlin. It was an eerie site. I watched them fly over, very low, very slowly, one by one (single file) and almost silently.
The village head-man was standing next to me he had a torch in his hand and I asked him "Why isn't anyone shooting at them?"
He answered: "We shouldn't give our position away, otherwise they'll come back and drop bombs on us." Mr Village head-man was visibly upset. He continued: "Enough has been done to give our position away, I have to get rid of this (showing me the torch); otherwise they'll be coming back and 'get' us". I believed him.
"Give it to me, I'll do it", and I grabbed the torch, as I wanted to get away from there are quickly as possible. The place had a sinister and an odd feel to it, like an electric charge or ozone. As I left, I had the feeling that I'd only just made it in time and the other villagers had not. Something had drastically changed that day and something would never be the same again.
Back in the house: I was living there with my mother, whom I had a very good relationship with, my weird and eccentric uncle, his 'friends' and people who came and went. Friends and family. Some of them were equally as odd as my uncle. We always seemed to have guests. My mother was more like a sister to me and we got on very well. We could talk about anything and frequently discussed my uncle's 'oddness'. For a man who liked children, I found his treatment of me quite disconcerting, almost as if he didn't know what to make of me because I was an adult. He was very quiet, distant and watchful. He didn't treat me like you would expect an uncle to treat a niece or a younger member of the family i.e. with familiarity and affection.
One night, I wanted to go my room in order to go to bed. I wanted to 'sneak' past Uncle Adolf who was asleep at the table, because I didn't like the way he was following me around, but he woke up and insisted on 'escorting' me back to my room. "This is ridiculous", I thought to myself. "He is such a weirdo." He came into my room and I turned to thank him for his "escort". All he did was stay silent, look at me as if he was trying to intimidate me, place his hands together, as if to pray, bow, like a Japanese and back out of the room.
"That's Uncle Adolf", I thought, with relief as he left. "Definitely 'off his gourd'".
End of Dream.
Some Thoughts: I thought how easy it would be to 'disguise' a ufo for an airplane, especially during a time of war. Those planes going to bomb Berlin were not normal planes.
Perhaps the real story of Geli Raubal is one for the conspiracy theorists. Was she murdered by Hitler, someone else, or did she commit suicide because of depression? One thing's for sure, she died on Sept 8th 1931, long before any planes were flying overhead to Berlin.
Definately a weird one, this dream.
We were living in a village just outside (somewhere). Once, at night, a group of villagers gathered outside to watch some bombers go by. They were 'Allied' bombers and they were going off to bomb Berlin. It was an eerie site. I watched them fly over, very low, very slowly, one by one (single file) and almost silently.
The village head-man was standing next to me he had a torch in his hand and I asked him "Why isn't anyone shooting at them?"
He answered: "We shouldn't give our position away, otherwise they'll come back and drop bombs on us." Mr Village head-man was visibly upset. He continued: "Enough has been done to give our position away, I have to get rid of this (showing me the torch); otherwise they'll be coming back and 'get' us". I believed him.
"Give it to me, I'll do it", and I grabbed the torch, as I wanted to get away from there are quickly as possible. The place had a sinister and an odd feel to it, like an electric charge or ozone. As I left, I had the feeling that I'd only just made it in time and the other villagers had not. Something had drastically changed that day and something would never be the same again.
Back in the house: I was living there with my mother, whom I had a very good relationship with, my weird and eccentric uncle, his 'friends' and people who came and went. Friends and family. Some of them were equally as odd as my uncle. We always seemed to have guests. My mother was more like a sister to me and we got on very well. We could talk about anything and frequently discussed my uncle's 'oddness'. For a man who liked children, I found his treatment of me quite disconcerting, almost as if he didn't know what to make of me because I was an adult. He was very quiet, distant and watchful. He didn't treat me like you would expect an uncle to treat a niece or a younger member of the family i.e. with familiarity and affection.
One night, I wanted to go my room in order to go to bed. I wanted to 'sneak' past Uncle Adolf who was asleep at the table, because I didn't like the way he was following me around, but he woke up and insisted on 'escorting' me back to my room. "This is ridiculous", I thought to myself. "He is such a weirdo." He came into my room and I turned to thank him for his "escort". All he did was stay silent, look at me as if he was trying to intimidate me, place his hands together, as if to pray, bow, like a Japanese and back out of the room.
"That's Uncle Adolf", I thought, with relief as he left. "Definitely 'off his gourd'".
End of Dream.
Some Thoughts: I thought how easy it would be to 'disguise' a ufo for an airplane, especially during a time of war. Those planes going to bomb Berlin were not normal planes.
Perhaps the real story of Geli Raubal is one for the conspiracy theorists. Was she murdered by Hitler, someone else, or did she commit suicide because of depression? One thing's for sure, she died on Sept 8th 1931, long before any planes were flying overhead to Berlin.
Definately a weird one, this dream.
