Sehnsucht

I keep dreaming about World of Warcraft, even though I stopped playing a long time ago. Maybe I should start again?

I am at the military, playing Poker against my old superiors. But it isn't a serious game, more like a means to celebrate that my highest superior has arrived safely from war. We play, drink, have fun. The mood is so good, we even drop the honorifics and stuff.

I am walking around with a friend, he says that his other friends keep avoiding him. I spot them on a parking lot, and ask if he remembers the car of his friends. He nods, and we quickly run to their car, before they can get away. They spot us, but it is too late. We hang out a bit, someone mentions that I am wearing a green basecap. I think about what I am wearing, a green basecap, white long t-shirt, white shorts. I remember that I was playing poker some time ago, and think that this clothes fit.

I am in my brother's room, he is playing WoW. He keeps winning pointless battles with his rogue, and thinks he was good at this. I think about making a new character too, and start the game. There is a new race availiable, something like a big, blue, hairy troll, without eyes and with sharp teeth (kinda like the one from Lord of the rings). I decide to check it out, it has weird attributes, and a special ability which involves crashing enemies down with a pushcart.

I am sitting at a big table, and we are playing Go. There are 2 people I don't know, and Hitler, resurrected from the dead. We play a bit, I wonder if I can call Hitler by his first name, as it is common to do so between Go-players. Later, Hitler and some other resurrected guy are playing another game. They have to throw tennis balls into a hole in the wall. The wall around the hole is a big mirror, and inside the whole you can see a big, almost infinite space. Its intersior walls are composed of big black rectangles. Anyway, the person I do not know seems to win, it is Hitler's last chance. He takes the tnnis ball, and enlarges the distance between him and the hole. He throws the ball, making a pose like a baseball pitcher, but misses. The ball rolls back, and he tries again, this time with a normal pose. But he still hits the mirror. I wonder if Hitler will freak out any moment, but he looks very composed. The mirror wall disappeared, now there is a woman fused to a tree, it looks like a human-sized figurehead. She says "Your time is up." Hitler and the other guy get ready to leave again, I think that the woman is something like a supervisor from the afterworld, allowing them to spend a limited time on earth. I have a little chat with Hitler, he seems like a normal person to me. He says that the picture of him in history books is wrong. But I don't care about that, I say that right now he is a likeable person, and anyway I am happy to exchange words with a person most important to recent world history. Then, he leaves with the other person.

I am surprised at my tolerance in dreams. But warped common sense in dreams happens rather often, I think.