Interpret This

I looked around the huge, yellow, dignified courtroom.  There was polished courtroom furniture, and there must have been a judge, but I don't remember seeing him.  All I knew was my purpose for being there, which filled me with dread.  

There were two men in the room, sitting at small desks.  Their hands were tied behind their backs, and they were tied to the chair as well so they could not escape.  One of them was Adolph Hitler (who did not have a mustache) and the other was the man who began slavery in America, though I did not know his name.   Just being in their presence filled me with fear.


Each man had a cup of steaming, poisoned tea in front of them.  My job was to give them the cup to drink, which was their death sentence.  I was so terrified to be near them, and yet so horrified that I was to be responsible for their deaths, even if they deserved it.  Even though they were tied up, I was afraid that they could hurt me.  With tears, I cautiously, shrinkingly came closer to Adolph Hitler, and quickly shoved the cup close to his face so he could drink it.  Someone who was with me did the same for the man who started slavery in America.  They both drank the tea, and I looked away.  When I looked back, they were both slumped over in death.  I just kept crying.  

And then I woke up.  Why can't I have funny dreams?  Mine are usually so intense.  I had this dream last week, and I swear I hadn't watched anything or even been reading anything about Hitler or slavery.  What does it mean?