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Trigger warning: holocaust
I and a few other prisoners were on a work crew dealing with the bodies of other prisoners not so fortunate as to be on a work crew. We were in the back room of a former shop, and every minute or two a body would be pushed in from the front room; our job was to remove anything obviously valuable (there was a row of cardboard boxes for different categories of valuables), put the body into an oven drawer, and push it into the oven. There was no screaming or crying, just a lot of ashes. At one point I stopped and raised my hands in silent anguish over the work we were expected to do, but only for a moment because I didn't want to be seen as not getting it done. Better to be pushing the oven drawer than in it.
No idea why I would be having a Holocaust dream.
I and a few other prisoners were on a work crew dealing with the bodies of other prisoners not so fortunate as to be on a work crew. We were in the back room of a former shop, and every minute or two a body would be pushed in from the front room; our job was to remove anything obviously valuable (there was a row of cardboard boxes for different categories of valuables), put the body into an oven drawer, and push it into the oven. There was no screaming or crying, just a lot of ashes. At one point I stopped and raised my hands in silent anguish over the work we were expected to do, but only for a moment because I didn't want to be seen as not getting it done. Better to be pushing the oven drawer than in it.
No idea why I would be having a Holocaust dream.