Peter J Everett
For twenty years I had the same recurring nightmare. I was walking along the side of a wall which was a part of a Castle belonging to the Renaissance period. Beside me was a man dressed in the uniform of the Waffen SS. He removed a brick in the wall and removed a key which he used to unlock a large studded door.
We entered the door and walked up spiral stone steps into a Post Mortem room. A second set of steps gave access to a luxurious carpeted corridor with shag pile carpets and chandeliers. The walls were adorned with Oil paintings of the old masters, and groups of white coated Doctors were huddled in conversation.