Dream Journal
February 3, 2005
I was trapped in a country that
had been taken over by Nazis and they were looking for me. People were trying to help me hide until I
could find a way to get out of the country.
We had to run through the night, dodging soldiers, so these guys took me to their grungy student apartment. I thought I would be safe there but the Nazis found us and we
had to take off again. While we were running a guy jumped out in front of me
and took my picture—he was a photographer shooting random pictures for some
reason—and I was really scared because now the Nazis could get that picture and know what I looked like. We wound up in
a strange museum that was loaded to the gills with old stuff just sort of
lying around like a junk shop. I don't know if we got away. I just can't remember anything else.
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