#bomb raid

An Observation Post: Flying Bomb Raid - Wilfred Stanley Haines ,  1944.

British,  1905–1944

Had a few dreams last night.

First one started off with "me" and this dream family "I" had. Think there was even a brother and a sister! We all lived in this large single story house that was up on a hill slightly away from the rest of the town. Do believe it was in England and also probably during WWII because there was a constant bomb threat. Luckily our house was located in an optimal position. 

But we had this huge gray camouflage canvas that we wrapped around the entire house and property so we would blend in better with the hills to the planes that flew past overhead. 

Remember going inside at one point and dad showing this bathroom to "my" older brother. It had bright blue tiles everywhere and an area to crouch and hide from a bomb raid in it. Remember going back outside after that and noticing that the canvas had been changed to a bright red one instead. Obviously, not very good for camouflage. Told "my" mother and we both flipped the fuck out and quickly fixed it. 

Dream changed. "I" was on a beach in Mexico with these huge sandy dunes behind "me" and there was a bunch of people all out and about and enjoying the day. "I" was just enjoying the view and how peaceful everything was. It was a cloudy day, the skies weren't blue, mainly a white-ish gray. The ocean water was more blacker than clear blue, but it was still gorgeous. The wind was warm too and remember seagulls cawing in the air.