I think they were gestapo but the one closer in age and culture to me kept talking about his home studio, all these acoustics and m-audio and Mac this. The old fraulein sitting next to him by not directly was sipping schnapps a bit nervously; she was his financier (she bought him the stuff in exchange for favors no doubt).
We were dealt a ton of cards and I was pretty drunk so I really was having problems not exposing mine.
"What are we playing?" I asked.
"Rummy" said the nazi lieutenant with the eye-patch and cigarette holder; drinking some scotch (obviously I've been watching a bit of WWII era film; inglorious basterds; valkyrie and the like).
They were starting to make fun of me as I laid triple 10's but drunkly included an 8. I ranted something about them trying to rush me and I was gonna take my time and set my cards right.
I secretly ruled at Rummy having trained in Yuma during the 80's with my Mother and introduced the game to my son in the 00's.
When out of the shadows and smoking a cigarette in the same extended cigarette holder as the nazi's a she came forward; still sitting but the spotlight hit her in all the medieval smoke and darkness; "he's right, you are pressuring him, and you will loose regardless, he's the winner in the end." she said; looking coyly at me; it was Maggie Gyllenhaal.
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ps - this jam has nothing to do with the dream, it was mastered last night and would have been uploaded last night but Jojo and I had to look at vacation packages that we (I) can't afford. Thank you Jesus.
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