Lucid

We are playing in the park, it is nestled in a valley that reminds me of the Alps and Heidi. The breeze is soft but it is sighing.  

I look to horizon. Barbed wire hazes my view. Soldiers. Hundreds of them. Thousands now. They are multiplying. There is the German Army. 

Now they are down the hill and chasing after us. She tells me to run, run as fast as I can. I start and I trip. I look back mud streaked, they are almost here. Screaming friends and crying babies. Were are all the big people?

And then I felt it, the scalding scorch of the bullet in my back and the sinking sensation of knowing, no one is going to come for us.  

This is the holocaust. . .

08:20

I was dreaming.