Strange World War II Dream

I wasn't quite sure where to post this. I've had WWII crop up in my dreams a couple of times, have any of you experienced the same thing? Well, it happened to me again last night, so I thought I should write it up before it gets away from me.

Scene was Far East/Pacific Dec 41, a British tropical island which might possibly have been partly owned by the French. At any rate, I found myself in a modern-style beach house with sliding glass windows/doors. The ground just outside was being defended by Australians who were armed with US M1 carbines, of course an anachronism at that point in the war. The Australians were plainly losing and about to be overwhelmed by hordes of screaming Japs, so I spent what few minutes were left grabbing books I thought I could read as a POW. That done, I got the hell out of there.

The locale shifted to a vast, Gormenghast-like building of the kind you see only in dreams or in Stalinist architecture. The style was a blend of Western and Indian, like an enormous hotel catering to the Sahibs.
There the officers and the white civilians were busily preparing to make the best of things under the new Jap order. The hotel (?) overlooked the water and miles away in the distance across a broad channel you could see another island under Jap attack. You could see smoke and flashes of flame in the ominous, crepuscular sky.

Quite a few civvies were pent up in this place with the surviving officers, many of them women. One of them was very striking and alluring, and a commanding personality as well. She was a dead ringer for the fabulously gorgeous and forever mysterious Edwige Belmore, who some of you may remember from the punk days. She was a major figure in the dream and pervaded much of it, though I can't recall now in what way. I do remember stumbling into a room where I saw her with a large gathering of women. Nobody said so, but it became gradually plain to me that she was instructing the women on how to get along with the Japs if necessary and to bear the unbearable. I got out of there, too.

Next scene took place in a kind of hall in the hotel where the captured officers (didn't see any O.R.'s) were rehearsing some amateur theatricals. They had chosen to produce, of all things, The Mikado. I recall one firebrand of an officer with a mustache upbraiding the CO for this foolishness. The CO, by the way, resembled James Mason. Rather sarcastically, the mustached officer then asked permission of the CO to "do something military." The said military thing may have been in the form of some kind of command or tactical school under the guise of studying Arabic, but I'm not sure. At any rate, the Japs got wind of it and swooped down. Seeing them approach, the CO saw it was no use resisting so he simply called on everyone to "assume the curl position," i.e. curl up in a ball on the ground to protect your head because the Japs were about to beat everyone with baseball bats. That's what the Japs did, all right, and the mustached officer was seriously hurt. The Arabic language books, or whatever they were, were of course confiscated.

One British officer got very angry with the senior French officer because the Frenchman had failed to protect one of his junior officers. This led to blows between the two, and the Japs reappeared to put a stop to it. For some strange reason these Japs were all quite fat, rode motor scooters or powered chairs, and wore skintight electric blue t-shirts, exercise shorts, and headbands or headrags. After this one of the female prisoners escaped. She looked like the cartoon character Kim Possible, if you know who that is. Together with a male prisoner, she retrieved an engine which had been stored inside an organ and installed it in a boat with a view to doing the Japs some kind of aquatic dirty.

And it ended there. So, what do you make of that, Herr Doktor Freud?

 

What weird food did you eat for your dinner that night I wonder?

Edit: There you go-you ate a huge spicy meal for dinner!
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Lesley

 

I ate a big plate of spaghetti with red clam sauce. I was also reading about Edwige.

 

Green tea seems to set off the strange dreams in me but I seldom remember any of the details the way you did. I have one scene in my head that is either from a dream or a movie. An attractive American woman was drinking in an upscale bar in Manila talking about what was going to happen to her after she was a prisoner of the Japanese and none of it was good. All the drinks were free since the city was about to fall.

A friend of mine told me about a weird one. He said that my father, him and I were watching a bunch of kids try to drag a big WWII cannon from a local park up to the top of a hill over looking our town. He said my dad kept saying, "They'll never get that thing up there. Never." He said that just as he was saying it again the thing goes BOOM and we watched the shell streaking down towards the town. Very weird indeed.

And no kid from Brooklyn in it either!

 

When I first started my research into my grandfather and would spend hours long into the night on the computer, I occasionally had related dreams about what happened to him in Burma, although at the time I did not know much detail at all. They were often very detailed, including other soldiers names and so on.

When I woke up I found it all a bit strange, but somehow comforting at the same time.

 

I wouldn't want to dream about LONGCLOTH. What a horror show that was.

 

I recall one dream where I was literally chatting to him, then he got up picked up his pack and marched away. My feeling was that he was going the wrong way, but I could not catch him up to stop him.

What a Psychoanalyst's delight.