hi there
it's been a while since i've posted because i've been addicted to facebook. they have this notes section where you can post all those annoying lists that i love so much. i think i've posted about 10 of them there, where i would usually post them here. of course, all of you have read them all before.
but i'm here to write about this really strange dream i had last night. that we lived in germany during the war, but everyone spoke english. i was younger, like in high school, and i was living with my family in an apartment. there was this other german family that i guess were in the german army, like the gestapo, but they had a son about my age. the thing was... they weren't supposed to befriend people who weren't the same status as them. so me and this boy would just stare each other down when we saw each other and go on our way.
we all had ID tags, like those round, paper fobs that you put on storage room keys. they were on our keyrings. the germans fobs were orange and they had a second tag with their picture on it with their name and rank. ours were just white. if you were caught without these tags on you, you could get in serious trouble.
slowly, this guy and his family started to hang out with me and my family. and the boy was showing me his ID tags, which he took off his ring. he was taking a big risk doing this, as i found out later when i found them on our back porch. they must have fallen off his ring when he didn't put them back securely enough. then the rest of the dream is trying to find him.
i've been reading too many WWII books lately.
but i'm here to write about this really strange dream i had last night. that we lived in germany during the war, but everyone spoke english. i was younger, like in high school, and i was living with my family in an apartment. there was this other german family that i guess were in the german army, like the gestapo, but they had a son about my age. the thing was... they weren't supposed to befriend people who weren't the same status as them. so me and this boy would just stare each other down when we saw each other and go on our way.
we all had ID tags, like those round, paper fobs that you put on storage room keys. they were on our keyrings. the germans fobs were orange and they had a second tag with their picture on it with their name and rank. ours were just white. if you were caught without these tags on you, you could get in serious trouble.
slowly, this guy and his family started to hang out with me and my family. and the boy was showing me his ID tags, which he took off his ring. he was taking a big risk doing this, as i found out later when i found them on our back porch. they must have fallen off his ring when he didn't put them back securely enough. then the rest of the dream is trying to find him.
i've been reading too many WWII books lately.

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