What are The Holocaust dreams about?

I (27F) put the NSFW here due to the historical implications of my dream. It didn't specify where it was, when it was and whether this actually happened, but it was definitely the time of the Holocaust and there was definitely a Nazi soldier in it. It might also be relevant to state that I am bisexual and autistic as well as having at least 46% European Jewish blood (my mother took a lineage test a while back and turned out to be 94% European Jewish and 6% Egyptian or something like that). I don't follow Jewish religion, but the point is, Nazis don't care - as long as I have any Jewish blood, I'm enough of a Jew to count.

So the soldiers are about to break into the house I'm living in. I hide, but they find me easily. And I don't do anything. I just know there's nothing I can do at this point, I'm going to a death camp. I'm more worried that I won't have any of my possessions, I'll lose my hair, my clothes and I'll never have anything to look forward to ever again. Worse, this one soldier decides to tell me everything else in my life that I'm going to hate because I'm not reacting with anything but resignation. He's basically a bully - apparently he likes attacking these people just for the evulz. Probably most Nazis just did what they were told, but there were probably a few who just loved the torture. So this one wanted to break my spirit further. I mean, he could tell it was already broken just by being found, right?

I don't get to the death camp, of course. I wake up to a hallucination of someone on my ceiling coughing (no big deal, sometimes I have auditory hallucinations when I'm waking up or just going to sleep and it's normal and harmless - I looked it up). But...well, I wasn't scared and disturbed, so it wasn't a nightmare. Maybe it just didn't feel real - I'm sure a lot of Jews who'd grown up around the Roaring Twenties and the Great Depression didn't feel like it was real, either. But it wasn't a good dream.

So why did I dream about it? I know for a fact that a lot of the elements were taken from a fanfic I'd read a while ago called "Princesszin" about a Nazi who eventually falls in love with a Jewish girl - mainly the part about having my hair cut, my clothes burned and everything I own gone - being owned. Any ideas?

The dream starts with me "spawning in" a random location in Tel Aviv, Israel. The day is busy, everyone's either working or hanging out. Everything goes well for about an hour.

I was at my grandmas place even tho she doesn't live there, I'm just watching TV when suddenly outside the windows there is an enormous bright orange glow, it takes about 2 seconds until the Shockwave and heatwave from the warhead hits me. Windows are blasted to bits, I look outside and my eyeballs become singed. Everything is extremely slow motion, like at the end of a CoD game where time slows down. I jump down from the couch to take shelter but I'm not quick enough, the heat and radiation immidiatiely burn my skin and some is even blistered.

I check on my grandma and she appears... Fine, doesn't seem that phased about it. I close all the windows in the house and tell her we cannot open them under any circumstances because of the irradiated air and fallout. I die 10 minutes after the explosion due to acute radiation poisoning.

Boom, new day. What the fuck happened? I'm still at my Mas place, still watching TV. An hour passes by relatively quickly and I look up the news on reddit.

"The United States retaliated against Russia and Iran, nuclear war is imminent"

"Scotland is hit by 5 nuclear warheads"

I'm scrolling through and see all the doomsayers on reddit smugging about being right. I start barricading the house but I'm not quick enough cause halfway through I hear the "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" and again, a huge ass explosion. This time I die from breathing in extremely hot nuclear bomb air and singing my lungs. Everything goes to black.

I wake up outside a random Cafe in Tel Aviv. I know what's gonna happen. I run into some random store and start shouting "I'M GONNA SOUND INSANE BUT YOU GOTTA GET TO SHELTER THERE'S NUCLEAR WAR INCOM.." until I look at the TV and see the news talking about it. At this point I realize Im basically living in groundhog day - apocalypse edition.

I escape to some huge park that overlooks the whole city and see people covering themselves in leaves and coca cola. I ask one guy

"What the fuck are you doing?"

-"What does it look like I'm doing?

"Coca Cola protects you against radiation?"

-"You're damn right if does.

I look at the 3 people doing this thing and I start burying myself with leaves, I don't have coke on me. Something happens that I can't remember and the warhead goes off, we all die, coke didn't do shit.

Spawn in again, end up in grandma's house somehow again, this time I have a girlfriend, we have mad unprotected sex cause nuclear holocaust right? Mid sex bomb does off and we die.

4/10 dream. I didn't like it.

I’ve just woken up from a dream so bizarre I immediately looked for somewhere to post it.

I haven’t tagged this as a nightmare because it didn’t *feel* like one, but there are definitely scary aspects.
TW:
- Holocaust mention
- needles
- body horror

So in the dream, Bo Burnham had released a new special and I got the chance to see it live, I was very excited! I don’t remember any of the funny stuff, but I do remember the anticipation building for the final set piece, which is always huge and awesome. Well he starts getting into it, and it’s a silly bit about having made a time machine. He decides to get in and go kill Hitler, standard stuff.

Except when he goes back in time, he ends up becoming Hitler, and then it wasn’t funny anymore, it was just Bo doing the Holocaust, in what felt a lot more like a film than a stage show. I don’t remember any specific images of that, the one image that sticks out is watching a group of people on a balcony being taken out with a rocket launcher, and I distinctly remember thinking “well this is definitely the highest body count any of his specials have had”.

So after what felt like years, he decides that it’s time to go home, but his generals don’t want to let him. He gets in the time machine, but one of them holds a syringe to his neck and tells him “you won’t be able to leave before I do this” and Bo just goes “oh yeah?”. He smacks a button, the syringe is emptied into him, and the time machine takes off.

It lands back on the stage and suddenly I’m back in the audience and the time machine is shaped like an egg. It cracks open and he tumbles out in the foetal position, and I distinctly remember thinking “that’s a bit of an on the nose metaphor for rebirth”. The theatre is absolutely silent. Very slowly he gets to his feet, but he’s not moving like a human anymore, and his arms raise up like Jesus on the cross, and his skin starts to crack and separate out, allowing his body to grow and change, until he becomes a horrible, fleshy, *bleeding* tree, with an alcove in his mouth and an alcove between what used to be his feet, and it looks like there’s something in the lower space and just as I’m zooming in to see what it would be, I see there’s a light source there, but I wake up before I get a proper good look.

So yeah, sorry about that.

Preface: My Dad died about a year ago from pancreatic cancer. I think about him often. He was not a man of Faith (neither am I) but he was open to the idea that he didn't know what life was after death. His belief was we simply "turned off". I have to say that while I agree that makes the most logical sense with the information we have about the afterlife these days.

The dream:

The dream started off just with an eerie feeling. Unsettled, though not chaos. Just a gut feeling something is not right. I was at a party, it was in a home that was similar to and designed inside like Teddy Roosevelt's home on Long Island. Nice wood, elegantly decorated. Food was being passed around amongst the guests. I saw a lot of people I know. All of the people I saw in my dream are alive in real life. I began to ask them aren't they worried by what they see happening around us outside. Outside, it appears a group of government officials dressed in military attire were busy reorganizing and redirecting traffic on roads, taking away certain freedoms of movement. (I wish I could explain it better, but it's hazy.)

I left the party and noticed a large chunk of highway missing. They had cut out a square 3D core of the highway and enclosed it in glass. Think of it like slicing a cake. The square slice of the highway was in this huge glass enclosure, almost like on display. But it wasn't a good thing. In my mind within the dream it was somehow proof that something really bad was going to happen.

I next found myself in a very large ground floor conference room in a nondescript, drab office building. There were windows on one side, and all of us in the room - a few hundred - were facing that way while mingling around. My Dad was next to me, and I said "Dad I don't like what's going on here, something real bad is happening. I think they're trying to kill us. I saw the highway cut out." Hitler then appeared at a podium on the side with the windows, but facing us. He had some helpers with him also in military outfits. They began reading names, and I said to my Dad "Dad I don't like this, they're going to kill people."

Hitler read off a bunch of names, and told these people they could leave and they started moving out of the conference room. I said to my Dad at this point "Dad, this is it, this is going to be a holocaust I have to do something." So I left my Dad and ran over the closest guard, knocked him in the head, took his rifle, and started shooting. The whole room turned into chaos. People fighting, gun shots. I got shot, and I died.

I find myself next back at the party, with people still mingling but they can't see me. They can't hear me. I'm my own ghost in my own dream. I woke up shortly thereafter.

I started browsing the web over my morning coffee and I come to find out it's Holocaust Remembrance Day. I had no idea that was today or even this month.

I'm left with these weird lingering, meandering thoughts about my Dad and his place in the afterlife.

most people from school are at the concentration camp. my best friend is the only face i recognize however- they take her away to a gas chamber even though i try to stop them. later, my family and i are on the run from the nazis in a small, pretty town by the water.