From Nightwraith again—

This dream clearly came about because of the Kindertransport book I just read. We lived in Nazi Germany, but it was a post-modern, technologically advanced version. My dad was gone, presumably having bit the dust. It was just my mom. Also I was a kid in this dream. There was me, my brother, and randomly two girls from a story I wrote in 2013. One of the girls was adopted and Jewish. The rest of us weren't Jewish, but looked it because of my family's dark hair and brown eyes. So we were in danger.

We were escaping with our next-door neighbor, who was a cartoon drawing and had blond hair so she was safe. The rest of us had to disguise. Mom dyed our hair blond. We made necklaces out of peach gummy candy, because apparently Germans liked that, and it made us look authentically German.

We were living in an apartment on at least the 7th or 8th floor. We'd been living in secret compartments under the floor, where the two girls I keep also were, and we watched Doctor Who and Thor:Ragnarok together. In the dream we said it was Thor:Ragnarok but the image on the screen was clearly Lord of the Rings and it was the Kazad-Dum scene. But now the girls had vanished, and we couldn't stay under the floor anymore. Our apartment was all rooted through to make it look like we didn't live there anymore. We also had to destroy all recent mail, and I threw it off the apartment balcony.

The first phase of our escape was an airplane. To make it look like a casual trip, we took absolutely nothing with us, except wearing headphones to protect our ears. The pilot of the plane was totally fooled. He was laughing and chatting with us, and we had to act cool and comfortable like we weren't up to anything. The plane ride was a success and ended at the border of Switzerland.

We had to go on foot from Germany to Switzerland, running because there were spy planes up above, and also some men chasing us. We ran through a crowded parking lot full of modern cars. The sky was gray, and there were tall brick buildings all around us. The border between Germany and Switzerland existed in the middle of the parking lot. Once we stepped over, the men chasing us couldn't legally catch us anymore. It was a shocking moment.

For some reason, we had to keep going, and now we took a train to England. It was possible to take a train from Switzerland to England. The train conductor was Brooke Shields and she looked really big and tough. She didn't want refugees on the train, and was operating it to plow into people. We all had to rush the train in a big group and dive onto it.

The train car looked like a giant auditorium. People were in different "cars" but we could see them and walk to them. I sat with one of the girls, who was my sister in the dream, but lost track of the rest of the family. While on the train, people were dying left and right. These weird kids with white hair would gather the bodies and put them in wooden coffins, which were stacked in the aisles of the train. Then at one point, our other sister stopped answering our calls to her, and she was believed dead.

Then I was kicked off the train because I suffered a psychotic breakdown. I don't know if this was related to the death of my sister or not. Someone was with me but I'm not sure who. We took a long interstate full of cars at night and arrived in England, where it became daytime.

We were starving so we went to a shopping mall. I wanted fish and chips to be my first meal, and was directed to a clothing store where there were food stands. No one was operating the stands and we served ourselves. Although I called it fish and chips, it was actually hot dogs and chips.

The rest of our remaining family joined us, and we ate together in safety. It was an emotional moment with music swelling. Then credits began rolling. It was revealed this was all a movie, which I was producing. To be specific, it was an eleven-minute short film.

The director wanted us to shoot an alternate cut of the film where we found the kids believed dead (our family size grew and now there were multiple other kids) alive in an attic crawlspace here in England. The kids were now played by china dolls. I argued against this, and said it was too contrived.

I'm not sure how this was resolved, because the dream changed and now the events were real again. The war was over and I went back to our apartment. Insulation was torn up everywhere, but our hiding spot had not been found, meaning it ultimately would have been safe to stay there. We had left the TV on and it was still playing a show. I wondered if our journey to England was worth it as I walked away.