Tonight i had the probably most realistic dream than i can remeber ever having, and i usually forget dreams pretty quickly as the day goes on, but this one sticks in my head.

I dreamt that i was the commander of an american infantry platoon during WWII. We (me and my platoon, usually 40-50 men) were on a patrol in Normandy. We were marching down a long country road in formation, when we spotted a farm to the right of the road up ahead. It was very foggy, so it was quite unclear. I cautiously went ahead to scout for enemy activity. As i got closer, i saw a german machine-gun nest in the courtyard in front of the farm, pointing out towards the road, and the open fields on the other side of the road across the farm. The machinegun was mannd by a single german soldier, but other than him there were no other germans in the courtyard, so i presumed they were all inside the farm buildings (a main building, and a stable) Suddenly someone grabbed me from behind and pulled me into a small shed. I found out that two british commandos had been hiding in there, afraid that they would get found. It seemed they had been on a patrol, but had been cut off from their squad in the mist, and ended up here. I told them to stay put, and went back to my platoon, without getting noticed by the guy at the machinegun. I knew we would get wasted if we all moved up the road together, so i called up the platoon sharpshooter/marksman and we went back to the farm. He hid well, and shot the machinegunner in the head. When the shot fell, the rest of my platoon including the british commandos, came storming up the road, and we assaulted the place. I, together with some men, went in the main bulding. There were a lot of germans... I went to the right from the main entrance, where there was a rather small room, with some stairs leading up to a balcony overlooking the room. I went up on the balcony, and there was a german soldier on a machinegun pointing out the window. His rifle was leaning against the wall beside him. For some reason he hadnt noticed me yet, so i grabbed his rifle and clubbed him hard on the back of his head with it. He fell to the floor instantly. Then i dropped his rifle and looked on the other side of the balcony, across from where the machinegun was, and there was another german soldier, feverishly fumbling with the loading of his rifle, presumably to kill me. He looked scared half to death. I aimed my  gun (a M1A1 Thompson, .45 cal. machinegun) at him, and he froze instantly. Somehow, i couldnt get myself to kill the poor guy, so i stopped aiming at him and nodded my head in the direction of the door. He dropped his rifle and hurried down the stairs. I looked at him the whole way. Turned out he was a sneaky bastard. because the instant he got down, he grabbed a submachinegun from a crate and started loading it. I ran down the stairs fast as i could, i started shooting at him without aiming while i ran, and he started shooting at me. Neither of os hit anything, and by the time i get down, we had both ran out of bullets. So now it was a reloading contest: Who could get a fresh magazine in the fastest. This part of the dream was especially realistic, because i could feel every part of the reloading sequence: Reaching down to my webbing, opening the magazine pouch, fumbling with pulling a magazine up, slamming it into my weapon, pulling the cocking handle, and aiming the gun at the poor guy who hadnt finished reloading yet. Up to this point, neither of us had said a word, but now, he said please, albeit in my native tounge danish, but dreams tend to be translated, at least for me. But done was done, that guy had misused my trust, pity and soft heart, and i hosed him, litterally emptying a clip into his stomach. When the gun stopped firing, he had dropped to a sit, sitting on a crate. And now comes a somewhat unclear part of the dream, yet i think it was the most important part. I cant really remember what he said to me, but it was something about that he understood me, and felt connected to me. also something about that he had learnt to respect me, whatever that meant. But it moved me very strongly, and i hugged his dying body, and started to cry violently, the kind of crying that you cant control. I woke up with tears in my eyes, and my body was still trembling... A scary, yet exciting experience. Can anybody tell me something about what it might have meant?

Wow, that is pretty intense! You may have been having a past life rememberance. Until I was 17, I kept dreaming about being a captain in the Navy Seals during the Vietnam War. They were realistic and I even smelled, and felt what was going on. I did some research a while back, and found out the person I was really existed. I even recognized (my) brother and sister from the high school yearbook.

Freaky, but not harmful.

Also, you can often think about your relationships (parent, grandparent, ancestor...) and see if it fits. I dreamed once about being in the British Army during the occupation of India. I had a full conversation with my great-grandfather, though I didn't know who he really was. I discovered his identity when I told my grandad about it and he showed me a photo of him. Basically, the conversation was just advise about life.

Think on it. Do you need understanding from a family member? Do you have a German ancestry? Anyway, it sounds cool, if not scary.n Good luck with figuring it out
Woodsprite