Dreaming About Hitler

I don’t tend to remember my dreams, but everyone now and again, about once every month, I do.

This month’s dream involved Hitler, and I’m as confused about that as you probably are.

I was in some sort of fake London, hanging out with a chap I used to know, we cut across an imaginary park to get somewhere, and there was a bunk bed there (in someone’s garage no less).

Anyway, I put some music on my phone, and this alarm starts going off. I do nothing at first, but it carries on, and carries on. I try everything I can to turn this alarm off, but I can’t find the setting on my phone.

Then Hitler turns up in the garage, wearing a tshirt with a slogan saying “HSL Youth” and some green design of some Hitler Youth kids in a pose similar to that of the famous Iwo Jima photograph. I hand him my phone, and he manages to switch the alarm off.

At this point, I wake up to my girlfriend digging under my pillow for her phone which was making a fucking alarm noise.

Conclusion. Mimi = Hitler.