"Der Feind zieht sich zurück!"
"Ausgezeichnet. Beginnen die Invasion."
     Almost immediately did a battalion of German-speaking Japanese men follow the command and ran into the Gilded Palace, the Russian capital building. The reason for Japanese speaking German, even Japanese invading Russian government buildings, was beyond me.
Of course, I was only a spectator of the war.
     The leader, the dictator controlling the Japanese men, was proof that I was transparent to him. Literally. He literally walked right through me.
My appearance obviously didn't matter to him, but his was very thought-provoking.
     He was nearly seven feet tall, but gaunt. His paper-white skin made his red eyes glow. His black SS uniform was in perfect contrast with his skin. Strands of his shoulder-length raven hair fell across his eyes as he strode over to a control panel. His appearance was frail but intimidating.
     From my experience, it is a fact that weak people can have a powerful voice. He shouted German commands at a small brigade in what looked almost like LSSAH helmets and trench costs. The four were hunched over a holographic screen that projected the full body of his leader.
     If my school had offered German language courses, I would have been all for it. Instead I had to pick Italian. I wanted to learn Deutsch for fun, but I wish I had taught myself, for I would be able to understand what was going on. The only word I figured that wasn't German that they seemed to repeat over and over the whole course of the day was "Kitznov". I wasn't sure if it was a name of a person, or maybe a Russian landmark they wanted to demolish.
     Out of the blue, I heard a loud noise. It turned into a series of consecutive loud noises. Then, all of the men in the control room started running around, tossing up papers and making loud phone calls.
"Blitzkrieg!"
      Blitzkrieg? Does this mean that The Ramones are going to be here too? But it appeared that no one, especially the tall dictator, was in the mood for a punk performance. They started running my way.
      The group of military men were approaching quickly. I was afraid I was going to be trampled any second by their knee-high leather boots. They were very close. I could smell the adrenaline and feel the heat radiating off of the tall man's chest.


I quickly bolted up, in a cold sweat, out of another nightmare at three in the morning.