I went overseas with my parents to Holland (where my mother is from).
Everything seemed really grey, brown, run-down, war-time. We were staying in this hotel which was really old and beat up. It had an old escalator on the outside which looked like something you would lift food in up to the top floor.
When we got to the top floor (where we were staying) we went through the door and everything went smaller.
The ceiling of the room was only about 1.5 metres off the floor so everything was cramped and everyone was sitting cross-legged on the floor. At this stage I noticed that what was supposed to be our room was actually looking like a kitchen with a few Dutch women running around cooking things. There was nothing to suggest that this is where we were staying at all! No beds or comforts.
We were all sitting on the floor when we heard a noise. Dad looked outside and then I followed him to the window.
There was an old fighter-plane that looked like it was from the war and it was apparently firing at the other end of the building (although I didn't see it happen). There was silence in the room for a while and then I had a flood of fear go through me and I started to panic.
I remember it being really cold outside but in the top floor it was surprisingly warm.
I wasn't upset or unhappy that I was in this environment. I was really surprised to see the old plane although I shouldn't have been shocked as the dream was set in that era.
Note:
Am I scared my precious world is under attack?
Dream edited for easier reading - JT, 2005
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