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eveglassIt's world war 2. North America has been divided. From about mid-Ontario westward (and the equivalent in the US), it's Nazi-occupied territory. Eastward remains free, in the hands of the allies.
Ian, Marc, and I are (as in real life) from Quebec, but we are living in Nazi-occupied Canada, posing as academics. Unbeknownst (thankfully) to the Nazis, we're working for allied command. We somehow manage to convince the Nazis that we need to cross the demarkation line to attend some sort of conference in the maritimes.
Though the Nazis agree, we cannot go without an escort. Our escort consists of three Nazi officers, including at least one woman and a tall, swarthy man who is the commanding officer. We manage to make it past the border with only minimal hassle. All the Nazis speak flawless English.
Once in Quebec, there are a couple of close calls as the Nazis realize the three of us speak French (and thus might not be from Ontario as originally claimed), but these are mostly smoothed over. Knowing that the car we're using is bugged by allied command, I occasionally make reference to the map, saying such things as, "oh, so we're at such-and-such a junction now, right?" I know that the allies cannot actually come to us, but at least they know where we are.
Towards the end of my dream, we're somewhere near Quebec city. I don't remember exactly what the chief Nazi said, but it had connotations of him being suspicious and shooting us. My response was along the lines of, "how excellent, I'd love to see your skill with a gun! Why don't we go down to the shooting range?" Thus narrowly avoiding death, we all go down to an indoor range where Ian, Marc, and the chief Nazi all do some target practice. The Nazi is very, very good. There's a brief scare at the end, when he turns around to gloat and is thus holding the gun facing us without turning on the safety.
That is more or less where the dream ended. I have no idea whether we got to the maritimes or not, which bugs me.
Apparently I can't have normal dreams.
Ian, Marc, and I are (as in real life) from Quebec, but we are living in Nazi-occupied Canada, posing as academics. Unbeknownst (thankfully) to the Nazis, we're working for allied command. We somehow manage to convince the Nazis that we need to cross the demarkation line to attend some sort of conference in the maritimes.
Though the Nazis agree, we cannot go without an escort. Our escort consists of three Nazi officers, including at least one woman and a tall, swarthy man who is the commanding officer. We manage to make it past the border with only minimal hassle. All the Nazis speak flawless English.
Once in Quebec, there are a couple of close calls as the Nazis realize the three of us speak French (and thus might not be from Ontario as originally claimed), but these are mostly smoothed over. Knowing that the car we're using is bugged by allied command, I occasionally make reference to the map, saying such things as, "oh, so we're at such-and-such a junction now, right?" I know that the allies cannot actually come to us, but at least they know where we are.
Towards the end of my dream, we're somewhere near Quebec city. I don't remember exactly what the chief Nazi said, but it had connotations of him being suspicious and shooting us. My response was along the lines of, "how excellent, I'd love to see your skill with a gun! Why don't we go down to the shooting range?" Thus narrowly avoiding death, we all go down to an indoor range where Ian, Marc, and the chief Nazi all do some target practice. The Nazi is very, very good. There's a brief scare at the end, when he turns around to gloat and is thus holding the gun facing us without turning on the safety.
That is more or less where the dream ended. I have no idea whether we got to the maritimes or not, which bugs me.
Apparently I can't have normal dreams.
