Had a dream last night.
That I was in WW2 Occupied France, with some special civilian guerilla unit and we were walking through this French shopping arcade setting fire to things and planting explosives. We get caught about halfway through and are being marched out of the building with rifles pointed at us. As we get outside through the clouds we see British bombers carpeting the area and about 20 of these bombs crash through a building on the opposite side of the square we are standing in. They smash through glass and brick like nobodies business and then nothing. They don’t go off, until about 5 seconds later and I wake up.
I have no idea why this is floating around my subconscious. Also my brain should know better and make things historically accurate. weird.
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