Dreams that Don't Leave
They were after me! Dressed in army fatigues, helmeted and holding rifles with sharp bayonets extended before them, they were running up the stairs, getting closer and closer. They were barking, "Achtung! Achtung!" I was terrified. I call this dream and its variations my "Nazi dreams." They occurred frequently when I was younger, then tapered off gradually and resurface every once in awhile. My mother, in her 90's and suffering from Alzheimer's, is a Holocaust survivor. Mos