I can’t remember most of my dreams, but the one that stands out most (which I’ve probably written about before) is one where I was a prisoner in a Nazi airbase. In a very intense experience that seemed to go on and on, I escaped whilst crying and inexplicably naked.
A number of my dreams seem to have involved Nazis. There was another one where I was running away from the Nazis with a girl, in what I presumed to be occupied Holland. We had a bike but we used our feet for some reason. There was no end to it, really. We just kept running.