Below is my dream about Hitler. The comments following the dream were recorded right after the dream, as I wrote them down. I was still feeling the overwhelming emotions, my tears dropping on the writing paper. This was quite unusual, as I had (unfortunately) cried only two other times since childhood.

There is, I believe, a big message in this dream-experience. comments are welcome.


Joe Mason  





Hitler and Eva Von Braun were taken prisoner after the war. While being taken across a big parking lot, they saw each other, broke away from guards and ran to each other. They had planned to get free and be back together in 1981. They hugged and kissed frantically, saying quickly how much they loved each other. The guards were running to get them.

Suddenly, Hitler looked across the parking lot and saw a lady walking off alone slowly. He told Eva, "Look!"  He grabbed her by the head and made her turn and face the lonely woman.

 "WE KILLED HER HUSBAND!"  he screamed, and his eyes grew wide.  He was starting to realize the full impact of the responsibility for the first time!

 Overwhelming emotions were flooding into his mind so fast and voluminous, he  knew he couldn't handle it.  His eyes grew wider and his face contorted to agony personified. He screamed again, "WE KILLED HER HUSBAND, WE KILLED HER HUSBAND!!" and tears filled his eyes. "AND WE  KILLED SIX MILLION PEOPLLLLLL  AGHHHHH!"  The emotions and realizations kept coming and his face kept contorting and his hair stood on end.

In the dream I started out observing the characters, but when Hitler started to feel the heavy emotions, somehow I was him or part of him too, for I was feeling what he felt. I, as Hitler, was so overwhelmed by the immensity of taking that one human life and then multiplying by 6 million, I couldn't handle it.  I closed my eyes feeling the tears push out and I looked straight up. I was losing consciousness as marble patterns were moving in my mind's eye.

I found myself in that half-sleep state where I know where I am (in bed) but I'm still in the dream state and can't wake up. I started calling to my wife, "Honey! Wake me up!"  And she did.

Later, I laid there thinking about the dream. I had always hated Hitler and thought he was the most evil man who ever lived. But in that moment of thinking about the dream, I felt more compassion for him than anyone. I felt so sorry for him. Hs love for Eva and seeing the lonely woman made him start to drop arrogance and start to realize what he was responsible for. It all started to accelerate and all the sins cascaded into a waterfall of emotions and responsibilities the size of Niagara Falls trying to fit into a tea cup, his mind.

What kind of karmic debt would it take to repay that awesome amount of transgressions, if karma is true?

I, as Hitler, knew the only way out was death for me and Eva. There was no way of removing the torment from my mind except oblivion. But, as my waking self, I knew there was no oblivion. I wonder how Hitler handled it when, after committing suicide, he found his consciousness still awake; found the overwhelming emotions still there, and then to realize you can't die. The last sanctuary from responsibility, that tranquil oblivion, did not exist.

In contemplating that moment, when I felt sorry for Hitler, I sent some thought waves to him. "I forgive you Hitler!  I forgive you!  This little part of All-That-Is, forgives you!" (Tears were forming in my eyes). "As far as I'm concerned, you don't have to pay any karmic debts. That moment you realized love and compassion was all that was necessary. Punishing you in Hell for each transgression seems unnecessary to me after the emotions you felt."

"I know, I felt them with you tonight. They were so horrible, so overwhelming. Jesus, God, Adolf Hitler, Jesus Christ. God."


A Prophetic Dream

4-29-98 - DREAM - I and Dee were in a car, driving down a long narrow roadway. Coming towards us from the opposite direction was a long, purple, shiny limosine. It pulled off on a road that was to our right. (The purple car itself turned left) I said, "No! That's not the right one!"

As we walked from the perspective of the car...two old fashioned black cars from the 40's pulled up. They belonged to Hitler. Two armies lined up on either side of the road and prepared to replay WWII.

DREAM VOICE MESSAGE: "9 X 75" (This equals 675. If this is a number of days, it equals 22 months and counting from 4-29-98 comes out to February, 1999)

by Joe Mason

NOTE:  By February of 1999, The United States and NATO were in diplomatic talks with the President of Yugoslavia trying to prevent another European war, which could lead to WWIII.


4-24-91 - Dream: I was in my 16th St. house doing laundry. I heard some people practicing a greeting similar to Heil Hitler. They were saying "Oh! Heil!" They did this several times. I was in the kitchen then and I heard a sound like an airplane coming. I and the other people went to the window to see what kind it was because it sounded so loud. It was huge. It was in the west 1/2 hidden by the trees. What was scary about it was that it had flexible wings like it was animate and I felt also that it could see and was looking for someone. All of a sudden the sky went dark and it was very ominous. As I looked closer, a big black cloud had suddenly appeared and was hiding the plane. But the plane didn't appear again. As the cloud floated to the south, the plane was either behind the cloud and floated away with it, or it had simply become invisible.


2-25-98 - DREAM - I had moved out of my apartment but went back for a final inspection to make sure there was no damage and everything was cleaned up. I was given a receipt #21 for the carpet cleaning and Joe's was #20. We passed the inspection.

I then went to New Berlin to my new job to get an assignment but there was nothing designated yet.

I went with a black woman who was short and fat to visit a big house where Hitler was rehearsing his stage play. In the house, to get upstairs to the balcony where Hitler was, you came in 1/2 way between the 1st floor and the 2nd floor. Regular people had to descend to the 1t floor and then take another stairway all the way back up. This was to show how much better  he was than anyone else. The Masters took a different stairway  directly up to the 2nd floor but it didn't go all the way. You had  to demonstrate your Mastery by swinging over to a wide silver ladder like an acrobat and then climb up the rest of the way.

The black woman I was with decided she was going to go up to the balcony and climb the ladder and meet Hitler in person. He was standing on the balcony and I saw him quite clearly. But he stood there laughing. His part was played by a famous comedian we see on television all the time - (a medium sized guy) (I don't want to name him) But when I watched him laughing his face morphed into several other evil looked faces and back.

I decided to descend to the 1st floor rather then go up to the balcony and play his little game and I left the building myself.

I went East into Milwaukee to A-C where I used to work. People weren't really working there They were cleaning up the place, fooling around, talking, and getting ready to leave. A couple of young black men, fooling around, sprayed some white foam of some kind al over us including on my head and in my eyes. They laughed uproariously, but when I got the foam washed off, the skin on my arms and legs was all raw and bleeding. An older white woman attempted to give me a band aid but the wounds were way too extensive for that.

One of the girls was going home to New Berlin where she lived. I asked if I could bum a ride with her and then I would just walk over to my new job and see if an assignment had come in yet.

She said, "Okay!" I picked up my black purse which was on the floor with everyone elses and we walked outside together. Outside, we were accosted by her boyfriend who started yelling at her that she was late as usual . It couldn't have been more than 30 seconds to 1 minute late, if any. Several young black men saw this confrontation and decided to sock the guy in the jaw which they did. I was a little afraid of these black guys but I acted like I wasn't.

Another black guy pulled up to the curb in a plush, beautiful blue Roadster type car with a blue-velvet top and interior. He asked me if I wanted to go for a ride. This car had no windows in it. It was open like the original cars were in the 1920's. I saw that it drove from the right seat, so I got in where the driver normally sits. As soon as I did, the interior of the car was different than it had appeared from outside. There was an invisible seat farther forward which you could only see when you were inside the car. It was more like a limousine where a window opened and the real driver was in front and the steering wheel part where  I had gotten in was only for pretend. the guy in front was doing the real driving.

In the front stood a tall black guy who is an actor on "One Life to Live" . He asked me if I was ready to go on the ride of my life. I guess I wasn't because I went back into the building to say goodby to some more people. The tall black guy came into the building with two other tall black guys and he asked me what did I really want out of life. I pretended like I was swooning with desire for him. He laughed and started to leave the building.

Just before he left the building, he turned around to come back to give me a hug. He morphed into a short black woman and I said, "I'll probably never see you again." He hugged me and left. I went outside and met my mother and we got on a boat to ride up the river together. I asked her if she wanted to sit up front and she said, "No! I don't have the strength for that anymore."

She noticed that the skin on my shins and legs was peeling and she insisted that she help me peel it off. It was really gross at this point and huge chunks of skin were peeling off though it didn't hurt.

Down by my feet lay a white rabbit. It was dead, inside out, and gutted. I thought it was my own feet at first, but then realized what it was and discarded it along with my old skin.




These are a series of voices I heard on this date:

3-10-98 - VOICE:

"I want to kill her"

"I want to move away from the Indians and relive Hitler"

"It's under control Honey, it's under control"

"You're not going to like it"

"It's recircled, it's recircled"

"It's rebombed, it's rebombed"

"It's incredible"

"For once I'm going to get my way"

"I won't be long"

"Its real"

"It's black"

"It's archway is imperceptible"

"It's crescendo in inconceivable"

"It's bounty is immovable"

"It's beauty is inconceivable"

"It's force is incredible"

"It's mark is tremendous"

"It's mark is a monster"

"It's heart is intractable"

It's creation is horrendous"

"It's musings are ferocious"

"It's mark is indoctrinable"

"For now we are through"




A prophecy of the Columbine Massacre in Littleton, CO on April 20, 1999 - Hitler's birthday?

1-24-97 - DREAM - I was downtown crossing a street when I came across a bunch of teenagers. Some of them were attacking others and throwing small balls about 2" diameter at the others which were supposedly explosive. Everyone was afraid. These balls were multicolored and spun in the air and could actually follow a person. I managed to get out of the way before the balls started to explode.

The balls exploded and sprayed out glitter. Immediately, I saw, Mussolini, Hitler, and Emperor Hirohito. They were holding small sticks like pencils with something orange on top where the eraser should be. I thought it was candy. I was told that one should not be afraid of anything that did not threaten their personal body. I was told that I would be going through a 12 week test.


11-24-99 - DREAM - I don't know what city I was in, but I was with a woman who had met the owner and operator of a fancy bar or cocktail lounge in a mall. It had a basement tavern and dance hall as well. I had been to this place before for parties but the other woman hadn't.  She said, "I've never been to a cocktail lounge before."

Many rich people came here. We were both dressed well with short skits and sleeveless blouses like all the other women there.

The owner told us that she had created rather a shrine downstairs of the original kitchen because Hitler used to come there and stand outside a window and paint portraits and scenes of a woman there.

We went down stairs which were wide and deep. I felt really comfortable going down these stairs because I had been there so many times before.  But instead of going straight ahead to the dance hall, she took us to the right and up a couple stairs. Here there was a huge old-fashioned kitchen which had been preserved as it had always been in history. On the outside of the kitchen was a small porch which was now enclosed within the shrine hallways and we could stand in the exact spot where Hitler had once stood, looking in the window where Hitler had stood painting.  

It was a beautiful kitchen, brightly lit with flowers everywhere.

Then we had the privilege of meeting the woman Hitler had once painted. She was now very old. She had a collection of little sculptures of herself on a bookcase shefl which Hitlet had done of her and every day she would come here and kiss each little sculpture because she felt so honored.

I thought she was a little wacky in the head to do this every day, but it was 'her' life.

Afterward the owner showed us a website url about this story and I recall the name of the country of Guayana was in it.

NOTE:  After I woke up, I did a web search for Hitler and Guayana, and it about blew me away.  I hadn't known that Hitler was an artist.  Here is his painting of the kitchen.

by Adolph Hitler - Circa 1938-1939

"Note how stark, bare and lifeless this painting is
compared to how I described the kitchen in the dream"


"Today there is perhaps only one domain in which family station is actually less decisive than one's inborn ability; the domain is art" from Mein Kampf page 638.

"As little as one could imagine about sixty years ago a political collapse of the greatness now arrived at, just as little was a cultural breakdown thinkable as it began to show itself in futuristic and cubistic representations since 1900. Sixty years ago an exhibition of so-called dadaistic "experiences" would have seemed simply impossible, and the sponsors would have been sent to the madhouse, while today they even preside in "artists" unions." This plague could not have appeared at that time, because neither would public opinion have suffered it nor would the State havelooked on quietly. For it is an affair of the State - that means of the government - to prevent a people from being driven into the arms of spiritual lunacy. For in lunacy such a development would end one day. For on the day that this kind of art were actually to correspond to the general conception, one of the most severe changes of mankind would have begun; the backward development of the human brain would have begun with this, but one would hardly be able to conceive the end." from Mein Kampf page 354

"Universal education is the most corroding and disintergrating poison that liberlism has ever invented". from Rauschning, The Voice of Destruction: Hitler Speaks

"Through clever and constant application of propaganda, people can be made to see paradise as hell, and also the other way round". from Mein Kampf page 376

"Anyone who sees and paints a sky green and pastures blue ought to be sterilized" attributed to Hitler by Dorothy Thompson, N.Y. Post, Jan 3, 1944


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The Omega File: Hitler Escaped