This is a true story. Some names and details have been changed to protect individual’s privacy.
I’m not sure if I awakened the spirits when I planned a trip to Warsaw and Berlin with my best friend from art school, Peter, or if they’d been hanging around waiting for me to notice them. The night we booked hotel rooms I fell into a deep sleep only to hear a voice telling me it’s important that you are going on this trip with Peter because you are the granddaughter of a Polish Jew and he is the grandson of a Nazi S.S. Officer.
The rest of the dream (vision?) are foggy. I heard the words atonement and healing and something about it being important that we would be traveling by train from Warsaw to Berlin. I woke up in a cold sweat and a detail of Peter’s ancestry I’d long since buried came to me in a flash of remembrance.