Fake Hitler

A friend was speaking in front of a group of Christians. We wanted to challenge them to think beyond just using Christianese lingo so we used a script from a Hitler speech which used such lingo.

We were sitting in a dark amphitheater with several hundred people. As the speaker spoke from the script, a screen would show lines that the audience was supposed to shout back. At first it was just a few people who knew what was going on, but soon the entire audience caught on. In a few minutes, the whole room was leaping to its feet with arm extended and shouting the lines required.

Then, one by one, the audience began to realize what was happening and filing out. The fake Hitler started talking about people the Reich was trying to apprehend. I remembered one of these people from earlier in the dream, which involved an outdoor maze of some kind.

With every passing moment Hitler was becoming more real. There were now armed guards at the doors and Nazi flags hanging on the walls. I was morphing into a mid-level Nazi officer whose loyalty was in question. I wanted to keep my family safe. So I went down to the front and reported the man the Nazis were looking for (which seems like a terrible move now, in my waking hours. At the time I had no perception of choice).

One of the Nazi officers said "If this man is innocent, your whole family will be killed."

Me: "And if he's guilty?"

Officer: "The Reich no longer has a use for you. You will be forced to join the army, then accept a mission with 100% chance of death."

I went back to row. For the rest of the dream I was unable to speak. I heard a friend say: "That's ridiculous. You'd look awful carrying a spear." Other friends and family were touching me and saying sympathetic things.

Later I was in a bi-plane flying over picturesque landscape. I was on the way to my suicide mission. I had a wingman who didn't know about my sentence. I knew he had been sent to observe, that way the nazis knew I had died. Even in the dream, it seemed odd to me that everyone was flying WW I planes during WW II.

After we got over allied territory, I released a white banner behind my plane. I was hoping to defect peacefully. My wingman started yelling at me over the radio. Then, out of nowhere, the legendary Flying Circus appeared. They were all flying bright red Fokker Dr.Is - the classic red baron plane. They promptly started gunning away at me. I flew evasively but there were no allies in sight and I was being targeted by a whole squadron of aces.

When my plane was within an inch of destruction, my wingman screamed at the Flying Circus people to back off and let him end it. They flew away and the wingman dropped into the kill zone behind me. He urged me one last time to come back to the Reich. I still did not reply. I heard him weeping as he squeezed the trigger.

Later I saw a battlefield covered with Nazi and allied bodies. My body had apparently fallen into it from my wrecked plane. I saw people burying the bodies but there was no one I knew. I felt a deep sadness that I couldn't be a part of anyone's lives anymore. I wondered what they were doing now, and if they would be safe.