I had this strange dream last night. It started out with people flying airplanes, dropping bombs on other airplanes that were flying lower than the first airplanes. They were the old-style airplanes, with no sealed cockpit. And the backseat bomb-droppers were old ladies—with their faces painted white. I don’t remember myself being in this part of the dream. Then I was throwing aerosol cans (I ran out of bombs) down from a height at German tanks and troop transports. The tanks looked like little models, and when the cans hit them, they bounced around like they were. The tops of the cans broke off and started spraying everywhere. I was shouting for someone to light a match down there, or fire a weapon to light everything up, and finally someone did, although I don’t know who it was.
Then, all of a sudden, I was on the ground, running through their base, my partner was just ahead of me when I got caught by a skinny German with a toothpick in his mouth and a machine gun in his hands. He gestured to my companion and looked away, and that was where I tried to trip him. That’s when I realized I had hooked my leg around my wife’s leg and was pulling on it. To say the least, we both woke up from that dream.