|http://history1900s.about.com/library/holocaust/blauschwitz1.htm In the foreground is the sign "Arbeit Macht Frei" (Work makes one free). (1945)|
And I think that getting beat up by the German police, being shackled and led off to a concentration camp (in my dream) taught me that in my real life, I don't know a damn thing about human suffering.
I don't know why my dreams are so vivid and hard sometimes. Maybe it's the same texture of the lessons I need to somehow try to learn.
And no, I wasn't watching a movie involving this part of history before bed or any other time in recent memory. Like you, I wondered about the influential source of the dream too.