My dreams are getting stranger. Sometimes the content is weird and hard to understand. But more frequently, I experience dreams where I remember things that haven’t happened. Or at least, once I am awake, I am convinced they hadn’t happened.
10 years ago, I used to work for a large multinational conglomerate corporation. They have been around for forever. In my dream, they had been working with the US government after World War II to transport weapons to South America to help German soldiers fight the local warlords.
This effort had apparently been going on for a while, and the Germans and Americans had grown to tolerate each other within the community they had built together. So much so, that the pre-teen and teen aged children would play soccer games against each other. This night, the Germans had won. But the American team thought they might have cheated. Living conditions were also more like tents for these children, who were living sort of like boy scouts. The American boys decided to prank the Germans by lighting fireworks outside their tents.
The youths were captured by the Germans. Because the entire arrangement was clandestine, the Americans on the ground had limited recourse. I became one of the youths in my dream. There was a German campus or village, which included a house where Hitler lived. Sometimes the kids would have to deliver items there. I asked why no one simply poisoned the Fuhrer if his house was that accessible.
It turns out that the executives of the company who helped transport weapons were aware of the capture of these youths. However, they kept it secret to maintain their business position.
Fast forward to me working for said company 10 years ago. A coworker had emailed me information about the conspiracy. After some online research revealed some truth to the narrative, I naively confronted the company executives about it. I was swiftly told to drop it, and that the last inquirers were fired for asking too many questions about the episode.
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Fast forward to current time, where I have left the company behind 10 years ago. Somehow, I come across the conspiracy again... perhaps by running into another former coworker, or even a former executive. I recall having a box of research somewhere. I recall talking to someone in human resources (HR) from a third party “oversight” company. I go to that company with some companion and look for the HR department. I pick the wrong door, but my companion shows me to the door across the hall. We hesitate to knock, as the door is closed and we are uncertain of the hours.
We knock. The door opens, and the small office has eight or ten people in it. A youngish, short, overweight fellow introduces himself once we say we are looking for some help regarding an HR matter. When we mention it was ten years ago, he says we need to talk to the former lady, who happens to be in the room. Also in the room is the man’s baby, in a baby carrier on a desk or a table.
The woman says she will try to locate the old research.
In getting back to the executive, we learn that there’s some sort of coming clean event happening at a secret office location they like to use. Through some strange and hard to articulate process, we, or at least I, end up at the office. I think it involved walking down a secret road in the winter; it’s like gravel that’s dusted lightly with snow. The office is like a conference center with many conference rooms. I enter the first, looking around for familiar faces, but see none. At an elevated table at the front of the room is a series of chairs and people. The only one I recognize is former Trump adviser Steve Bannon, and I soon realize this is the wrong room.
After discovering the right room, I settle in to listen to the new executive team talk about what happened and what was known at the time. It’s a washed out and watered-down version, and seems to be missing several key events, and is especially lacking in accountability and responsibility.
When the session is complete, I go back to the executive who started the thread with me, and explain that I am slowly recalling the details of what happened both from my prior research, and possibly from a memory of having been there. He seems convinced... and as I wake, I am on a path to recover my old research and the research from the HR department.