I am in what appears to be Stalingrad with plenty of soldiers, some Russians, some Germans. This is obviously happening during WW2. I am surrounded by the soldiers. It appears my arrival has made them stop fighting. There are some tanks here and there. There is a heavy smoke, a fog of war over our heads. They ask me questions in german and russian, but since I cannot speak these languages, I do not answer and they begin to get mad at me. There’s a guy with a knife and he wants to stab me. I see a man, sitting and sleeping, his head and arms on a table. It’s Sigmund Freud! I walk towards him and I tell him to help me and every time I say something, he covers his hears so he can keep on dreaming. And I wake up.

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