This morning I had the first original plotted dream since the possible “end” of the NAZI TORTURE CAMP. All interesting dreams were on hold during the camp, as per Del Giudice’s hypothesis. Only an occasional ‘memory dump’, with a pile of unrelated details and unbridgeable gaps.
This was a spy story, which was a fairly common genre before the NAZI HOAXOCAUST. A pretty Oriental girl was seducing me, in a sexy sleazy red-velvet room. I was going along with it, enjoying it. As I was hovering over her, about ready to insert Tab A into Slot B, I suddenly realized what was happening. I said: “I assume you’ve got your badger photographer ready to take the picture.” Without any reply, she just got up, dressed normally, restored the room to normal, and walked away.
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