Still waking up...
Nov. 22nd, 2011 08:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexandraerin...but I wanted to transcribe what I remember of my wild dream from last night while it's still halfway clear.
In this dream, I was a left-leaning farm owner in Weimar Germany, who was concerned about the growing influence of the National Socialist party and Adolf Hitler, who was my childhood friend that I'd shared a deep bond with on the basis of the fact that we both have alliterative names. (Spoiler warning: this is not true of either of us, but it was in the dream. I don't mean that our names were different, but in my dream, they met the requirements of alliteration).
I was trying to organize opposition, but was constantly warned by my compatriots about the dangers of going too far in the other direction. There was a well-known saying that was quoted at me: "In trying to stop Mr. Hitler, be careful that you do not become Mr. Stalin." In my dream, it was like "Hitler" and "Stalin" were concepts that everybody knew about before people with those names ever did anything notably bad. Also, people talked about Stalin as a hypothetical, like there had yet been no Joseph Stalin coming to international prominence. (This is different from real life, where there was at least two Joseph Stalins, that good friend to the United States and our great ally during World War II, and that other asshole who was an opressive mass-murdering despot.)
To make a long story short, we ended up staging an attack on Hitler during some sort of appearance he made at an opera house that was in the gymnasium of a local school. It was successful, though some children tragically died in the crossfire. With Hitler dead, I returned to my farm as my friends warned me about the dangers of becoming Mr. Stalin. As an insistent musical score began to pulse and the end credits started to roll (yes, my dream had end credits), I walked away from the camera while musing aloud about the possibilities of collectivizing my farm, a dark look on my face.
Subconscious, your efforts to pen a historical drama gets a B+ for drama, but an FFFFFFFFFF for history.
In this dream, I was a left-leaning farm owner in Weimar Germany, who was concerned about the growing influence of the National Socialist party and Adolf Hitler, who was my childhood friend that I'd shared a deep bond with on the basis of the fact that we both have alliterative names. (Spoiler warning: this is not true of either of us, but it was in the dream. I don't mean that our names were different, but in my dream, they met the requirements of alliteration).
I was trying to organize opposition, but was constantly warned by my compatriots about the dangers of going too far in the other direction. There was a well-known saying that was quoted at me: "In trying to stop Mr. Hitler, be careful that you do not become Mr. Stalin." In my dream, it was like "Hitler" and "Stalin" were concepts that everybody knew about before people with those names ever did anything notably bad. Also, people talked about Stalin as a hypothetical, like there had yet been no Joseph Stalin coming to international prominence. (This is different from real life, where there was at least two Joseph Stalins, that good friend to the United States and our great ally during World War II, and that other asshole who was an opressive mass-murdering despot.)
To make a long story short, we ended up staging an attack on Hitler during some sort of appearance he made at an opera house that was in the gymnasium of a local school. It was successful, though some children tragically died in the crossfire. With Hitler dead, I returned to my farm as my friends warned me about the dangers of becoming Mr. Stalin. As an insistent musical score began to pulse and the end credits started to roll (yes, my dream had end credits), I walked away from the camera while musing aloud about the possibilities of collectivizing my farm, a dark look on my face.
Subconscious, your efforts to pen a historical drama gets a B+ for drama, but an FFFFFFFFFF for history.
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on 2011-11-22 09:35 pm (UTC)