In the dream, first Hitler,
painting watercolor postcards in a small room,
an unstable young man,
who had been attacked with mustard gas in the first World War,
and then -- this was really strange -- another man who looked like him
took his place. He had the cold eyes of a psychopath
from an ancient order.
In nightmare sequence, I saw the black gates of Auschwitz open.
The mass murder of the Jewish people of Europe.
The people of the world who turned their backs on what was happening.
And then the dream shifted.
It was 1946. Germany was in ruins.