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Last night I was in some sort of internment camp. The inmates were all people of my age and the camp had a vibe of being vaguely fascist.
There was a woman I was interested in there. There was a hierarchy among the inmates and I was told to not pursue her. I don't think I listened.
I was having a conversation with two guys in a dusty lounge (we were free to move around the compound). A short fat Gestapo agent walked in with a small, mean dog. He walked over to me. I asked him what this was about. He said something in German and I figured out he was commanding the dog to bite me. He did all of this very calmly. The dog did not bite. The guy walked out with the dog, saying something else in German. I went after him a bit, calling out, "Excuse me, sir! Can I have a word?" I don't know what I wanted to talk to him about.
There was some sort of party being planned for the aforementioned woman. Some dude at the camp was going through menus. I thought these places were shitty internment-camp-places but then learned we were allowed to go outside the camp on occasion. I thought it was strange that we were being kept there but yet we were apparently paid or otherwise how could we afford to go out to fancy dinner? I believe an Italian restaurant was decided on.
This all ended up with me hiding from the guards, because, as it turns out, I was not allowed to go and they wanted to make sure I didn't.
There was a woman I was interested in there. There was a hierarchy among the inmates and I was told to not pursue her. I don't think I listened.
I was having a conversation with two guys in a dusty lounge (we were free to move around the compound). A short fat Gestapo agent walked in with a small, mean dog. He walked over to me. I asked him what this was about. He said something in German and I figured out he was commanding the dog to bite me. He did all of this very calmly. The dog did not bite. The guy walked out with the dog, saying something else in German. I went after him a bit, calling out, "Excuse me, sir! Can I have a word?" I don't know what I wanted to talk to him about.
There was some sort of party being planned for the aforementioned woman. Some dude at the camp was going through menus. I thought these places were shitty internment-camp-places but then learned we were allowed to go outside the camp on occasion. I thought it was strange that we were being kept there but yet we were apparently paid or otherwise how could we afford to go out to fancy dinner? I believe an Italian restaurant was decided on.
This all ended up with me hiding from the guards, because, as it turns out, I was not allowed to go and they wanted to make sure I didn't.