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In the first dream I recall from last night, was amongst a group with other people and a friendly dog being chased by a hostile dog down a path amidst hedges to a garden gate I tried to close behind us. However, I was unable to secure the gate without help from a nearby girl who fiddled with various machinery, and it turned out the hostile dog was a big friendly brown dog after all. A later dream reminded me of something from "The X-Files" with two men driving a car through thick fog while wearing weird transparent plug-shaped plastic helmets. I felt they were driving too fast for conditions (while a camera seemed to be filming the car through the fog from just ahead). A large truck with a bulldozer blade then passed the car on the right before a bright canary yellow rain hat and likewise canary yellow flattened french fry holder fell on the road and the truck turned around to pick them up with its dozer blade. A tall fellow in a suit (who vaguely reminded me of the Cigarette

I don't often have WW2 dreams, but this one began in either a school or concentration camp full of women, children and infants. (Perhaps because the infants looked healthy in their carriages I assumed this was early in the war before much starvation.) At first a bunch of goons were sent in to kill everyone, then the bad guy leader gave a speech and it seemed the first attack hadn't done much. So instead a nurse (or nun, she wore a habit) went around with something like a black needle on the tip of her finger, touched it to the various women and infants and they all fell dead. Assuming I was just an observer, I was surprised when she approached and poked my forehead; I thought I would likewise immediately fall dead but just fell against a person to my right and then woke up.

The first dream I recall from last night began with clearing off the dining room table to work on a large sketch of some peculiar cartoon characters with capsule-shaped bodies; after accidentally erasing the outline, I wanted to re-do the outline in pen but realized I couldn't make such straight edges without a ruler. One of my sisters then came to the table after letting out our dog (this was all in the middle of the night) and then a man and woman I didn't recognize also sat at the table to play a game with an immense blue-and-white six-sided die. My sister chuckled when the man muttered that he might finally win a round (of whatever they were playing). Perhaps thus inspired, I selected a small die from boxes of dice suddenly at hand and planned to use it to randomly assign characteristics to a cast of students and teachers in a manga I was apparently working on. The setting then changed to a small Japanese tea house (but the same table) with doors open to the left and right from