I was a WWII spy infiltrating Germany at night. Once I got past the beach full of mines and shiggawire, I would in a village. I entered a house through the roof and the manhole in the laundry and found myself in the bathroom where I was half dressed – German pants only. I was hiding behind the door while either a guard or a commandant was investigating noises. This felt like hours and was full of trepidation.
Eventually it was day and I pulled the pin. I successfully snuck back to the laundry. This involved moving along a hallway, through a large open plan kitchen and then back into the roof. The roof space was set up like a bolt hole and had lots of sheets or clothing padding out the area. I picked up thoughts that the material around the exhaust fan should not be allowed to stop is, otherwise the Germans would know about the roof space. After a while I found myself on the roof hiding under a sheet. A town’s people saw me. I thought I should move. He picked up on these thoughts and stated he would inform the postman. I fled. Somehow I got off the roof and headed for the forest. A German in a pointy helmet riding a bike was headed my way out if the tress towards the village. I froze out in the open in my English uniform. He passed right by me. I headed to the beach. As it was daylight I was wondering how to get past the sentries etc. I turned on a predator style cloak and made it through
Probably more to this. I was at the doctor is being examined some time after an accident. The scabs on my left knee were gone. My right was still pretty scabby. I had upper body injuries as well, though I was fully functional. The first thing the dr wanted to see was my knees. I was wearing grey cargo pants.
I’m not sure if it was part if this dream or another one, but I was either talking with or discussing something about my future self who was meant to come back from about 500years from now with future intel and a wetware upgrade package.