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My dreams tend to be composed of memorable or unusual things I saw or thought about that day. It was the same last night, but the results were fairly bizarre, and rather specific.
In my dream my POV was that of a camera filming a documentary (parts in black and white). I believe it was in Russia (around WWII era in the beginning), and the narrator of the documentary was dramatising the plight of the peasants and workers.
War breaks out, and apparently all of Russia's neighbours are against her. She is in dire circumstances. The narrator makes a statement about how both civilians and soldiers are pulling together to make it through. There is a mass exodus of volunteers and civilians carrying munitions westwards towards the front. The narrator called this popular movement 'The Poltergeist' (probably from this thread, which I responded to before falling asleep).
The 'footage' reminded me of one of those 'Why We Fight' features the US produced as propaganda during WWII. One showed footage of a mass exodus of Chinese people escaping the Japanese invasion.
Skip to a ruined city, where there is a (very neat and straight) line of scorched earth and craters. Two horsemen in what look like Napoleonic uniforms cross that no man's land, and fall.
Then the enemy vanguard appears. It was probably 3 soldiers and 2 bandsmen. I think one had a white trombone. They looked smart in their parade uniforms, but unfortunately didn't stand a chance. The Russian commander on horseback remains at the edge of a crater, partly into no man's land (there are no trenches, by the way).
Then the main force appears, once again in Napoleonic uniforms. Each regiment had three very large red-white-and-blue striped hot air balloons suspended by cords right above them, and each soldier had a red white or blue helium balloon of his own. It was a veritable sea of balloons; probably my subconscious metaphor for the seeming idiocy of wearing bright flashy uniforms to a firefight. There was a lot of musket-crackling, balloon-popping and the Russians won.
Unfortunately the dashing Russian commander on horseback fell in battle, and was incongruously found with a wide-brimmed British WWI helmet on his head, still clutching the receiver of a field phone. He died while pronouncing the word 'Boom' into the phone. So said the man who found him.
However last night, I recall the end of my dream. I was in a tall building looking out of these beautiful geometrically designed windows. The sight was not pretty. I was watching a troupe of East Indian circus midgets tormenting a baby elephant. I was moved to tears but, being up in this tall building, I could do nothing. Weird.
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I'm a very vivid dream rememberer. My most recent involved walking the streets of some tiny Italian town with Sarah Jessica Parker in the pursuit of ice cream when we came upon Ty Pennington at a picnic and he proceeded to try to pick up on me. I knew that I should not respond to his comings on but could not remember why until right before waking up I remembered it was because I'm married.
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