I enter this dream as an outsider. Like I've been on a long vacation and have no idea what's going on..The Germans have taken over. Or at least somebody very Gestapo like has. My brother Keith and I are in the driveway of the house I grew up in (almost every dream I have is there, some people say that the house represents "you" in the dream. I'm not sure what my childhood home has to do with anything, but anyhow.......) I am watching Keith work on the truck. Which in the dream is this beat up looking multi-colored suburban. Having a vehicle that runs must be against the rules. For we are trying to be very quiet so not draw attention to ourselfs. We have hidden the engine and tires in the woods.
I notice I am carrying around a bright pink backpack. I open it up and inside is a VERY large amount of money. In a side pocket a bag of weed. (I don't usually smoke dope but in the dream I seem to know what I am doing and I'm very insistent about the whole thing) I can't seem to find any papers to roll the weed in. So I end up emptying one of Keiths cigsarettes and stuffing the weed in that. I must have over stuffed the joint for it is now about the size of a cigar. Only problem is I can't smoke it beacause I don't have a light. Not wanting my brother to know what I need his lighter for. I tell him I need it to light a campfire so we can cook hotdogs for dinner. He starts yelling, asking me if I want to have the smoke bring the soldiers here. I tell him I didn't know and since they had already taken our stove and microwave, I didn't know how we were to cook dinner.
I'm suddenly in the kitchen.The table and counters are covered with boxes of doughnuts. (Must be what we are having for dinner) Still carrying this cigar sized joint with me. I find some matches in a drawer, light the thing up and start for the front door. Through the windows on the porch I can see men in uniform questioning Keith. I duck down so they can't see me. Must be something to do with the truck for they keep pointing at it.
Now I'm in the woods still hiding from the soldiers. Only I'm worried they are going to see my backpack laying in the grass near them. So when they turn the other way I crawl up on my belly grab the bag and sneak back into the woods. All this time I'm still dragging deeply on the joint. Only now it's just a nub.There are now train tracks running through our yard. The truck is sitting right on them. In the distance a train whistle blows. Keith asks the soldiers for help moving the truck off the tracks. They walk away laughing. Saying they can't wait to hear the screech of metal when the train hits. As soon as they are out of sight I come out of hiding and help Keith push the truck into the woods with the rest of the stuff. When the train passes we make train-hitting-truck sounds to fool the soldiers. (Which is really funny, especially if you knew how very badly I do sound effects =)
I'm still in the woods only now it's pitch black. Everybody is suppose to be in black-out conditions. Luckily I know these woods like the back on my hand. (As a kid I could practically run through the trails blind folded I knew them so well) I see a faint light through the trees. It's like a scene out of the x-files. Everythings dark and foggy, with a far off light. Anyways once out of the trees I notice the light is coming from the back of my neighbors house.
I'm sitting at a well decorated table with two women. One is old  with long white hair done in a thick braid down her back. The other I can't really see but she's more my age. We've just sat down to a fancy meal. (The women are suppose to be my childhood neighbors in the dream. But in real life I have no idea who they are) I mention to them that I could see their light from outside. Which sends them into a panic. Running about, turning out all the lights. For the room we are in is a secrete room in their house. All along the walls there are plies of their treasures. Exquisite rugs and paintings, silver tea sets, crystal, and gold the room is practically sparkling. The ladies keep pacing the room. With the light being visible they're surtain the soldiers will discover them. Just as the last candle is blown out the sounds of a tank can be heard. We wait in the dark, listening. The tank noises stop and voices can be heard. I whisper to the lady closest to me. "They couldn't have seem the light". She didn't think so. But they were coming. We scramble up a metal ladder. As we do I notice that I am wearing these beautiful embroidered cream colored silk pants. We come into the main part of their house. Only it's not the house I knew as a child. It's all stainless steel, looks more like a laundry mat then a home. And very maze like, there are twists and turns everywhere. In almost every corner there are piles of grey uniforms. They look like prison garb.The three soldiers come through the front door just as we finished closing the hidden one. There are two ladies and a man. One lady is tall with blond hair pulled tightly away from her face. The other is very stout with black hair pulled up into a bun on the top of her head. The man looks alot like Arnold Schwarzenegger, sounds like him too. They tell us this is an inspection, to stand back against the wall, and to do what they say. The three of them split up.Turning over boxes and piles of clothes. Throwing things everywhere. The blond lady, not finding what she is looking for grabs me by the arm and pushes me up the stairs. Where she begins the same ransacking she was doing downstairs. I notice she's keeps looking me over. Finally she walks up to me and with a gun to my head tells me she wants my pants. I take them off as quickly as I can. As she looks them over. I find I am not wearing anything underneath and am now standing buck-naked from the waste down.
I'm in a dark crawl space or attic with the younger neighbor. We can hear the male soldier yelling at the older one. He is upset beacuse they haven't really found anything of value and will be forced to kill one of us if we dont fork out the goods. I remember the money in my backpack. And start counting it out into bundles of thousand. I'm willing to give them all the money. But the lady I'm with says 5 thousand would be enough. A shot is fired. The neighbor quickly grabs the money and scrambles out of our hiding place. The yelling continues now on top of sobbing. As I come to the top of the stairs I can see the old lady cowering in the corner visibly shaken.There's a bullet hole in the wall behind her. The neighbor who was with me throws herself in front of the other and hands the money to the man. He orders them to stand up. Telling them they are lucky he is so kind. If it was up to the other two soldiers they'd be dead all ready. I am still at the top of the stairs when the other two soldiers come back into the room. The blond still carrying my pants. The man tells them "We are done here" (In his Arnold accent) handing the short one the money. He tells them he'll meet them back at the tank. He too is about to leave, but as he does he takes one more look around the room. I notice his glance pause a second at the bullet hole in the wall behind my neighbors. The bullet hole which happens to be in the middle of the secrete door. He starts to walk toward it as I come down the stairs. Hoping to distract him from the hole in the wall. I begin to act really, really sugary and slutty. Pretty easy when your not wearing any pants =) I lay it on him thick too, thanking him from saving us from those other two mean, horrible women. Oh my, and look how strong his arms are. (Bat my eyes)Telling him he's my hero and should receive a hero's reward. I'd do anything to repay him, anything (wink wink) All the while practically dripping off of him. Accidently touching him in places good girls shouldn't (quite sickening actually) But he is buying it, and leans down to kiss me. One of those really slobbery wet kisses. The kind that makes you want to grab acouple of towels to dry off with. After which he grabs my arm and starts to lead me up the stairs. I turn to look back at my neighbors both of which have horrified looks on their faces. I just shrug my shoulders, it's only a dream (I actually thought that to myself. It's always weird when you realize you're dreaming in the middle of a dream) Anyways....I continue with him up the stairs. Once upstairs he lays me back on a pile of clothes and goes down on me. Which is just as sloppy and juvenile as his kiss was.The big oaf has no clue. And I'm rapidly become disgusted with the whole thing. He come up to kiss me again and his whole mouth covers mine. It's like he's trying to give me c p r instead of a kiss. He's drooling all over me and licking me everywhere with his big wet tongue. (yuck) The whole thing is just getting grosser by the second. Wanting to get this over with I start to undo the belt on his uniform. But I can't seem to get the buckle so he does the rest for me. I watch him as he pulls his pants down over his hips. What I see staring back at me can only be describe as well............Have you ever gotten one of those small souvenir baseball bats from the ball park. It looked ALOT like that. Very long and skinny, handle end moving towards me. Luckly I chose that moment to wake up........

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