When I was little, I once had a dream … it must have been a dream for it could not have possibly been reality, no matter how real it seemed at the time. Some of the happenings are a blur to me now, but I will try my best to put back together the puzzle pieces.

I dreamed that I woke up in the middle of the night. I went to the bathroom through the dark apartment. Then we were still living in our apartment in Munich where you had to cross the dining hall, and walk down the hallway towards the apartment door to get to the bathroom. I found keys lying on the floor and naturally I picked them up. At that moment, an alarm started ringing. I looked up and a huntsman was at the other end of the hallway, with a rifle, sitting on an elephant. The keys belonged to him, that was clear. Although I had not planned to take them and keep them, he came closer quickly riding his elephant, with the rifle. I was scared and quickly ran to my parents’ bedroom. I made it there safely.

To this day I do not know if I was sleepwalking or whether I ever even left my bed that night. The one thing I do know is that there was no elephant in our hallway.

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