Restaurants & Nazi's

A good chunk of last night's dream is fuzzy. I remember it had Tarantino-esque editing, and the first part took place in a restaurant. The dream begins to get clearer around the time I got stabbed in the leg with a short sword.

After this incident, I organized a anti-terrorist group to rescue wounded civilians in the clutches of Nazi's. There was a diner across the way from where the captives were being held, so we arranged to meet there. There was a good turn out of people to help, so we began preparing our first mission.

Finally, we'd arranged that I would lead the team of military medics to rescue people. We snuck out through the back of the diner, and moved quickly towards our goal. There were a few Nazi's patrolling the area, so we took cover. It was me, Tammy Boyer, and three tall, male medics.

When the moment was right, Tammy and I broke the necks of the two Nazi solider's closet to us, and prepeared to move in.

It gets blurry again here, despite my best efforts to keep the memory fresh.

posted by Lisa at 8:57 AM |