I had bought a French restaurant here in Weiden, Germany right in the pedestrian zone and it was an older building. Although it was a French restaurant, there was nothing French about it, so I had hired a French guy to be a waiter there. Then later, I hired a French cook. The waiter was very good at his job so I decided to promote him to manager. He started taking matters into his own hands, and sometimes I didn't like that. One time he ordered authentic French windows for the restaurant and I complained that they were expensive, but in the end I relented because they were very elegant. This was, after all, a French restaurant.
Some massive catastrophe had happened worldwide, and I was unable to buy any food or other supplies for my restaurant and all communications were out in all of Germany. I instinctively knew I had to get across the border into Czech Republic about 40 km away to secure these, and made my way on foot towards the border. On the way I met several people travelling the same direction and we formed a group, and we talked as we went. We got to a walled compound where we could see into the inner courtyard through the gate and could see that there were 7 prisoners about to be executed (4 men, 3 women) by various means (hanging, electrocution, and guillotine). As we‘re looking in, a van pulls up, the gate opens, and someone from the van enters the courtyard. Immediately, 4 of the prisoners are freed (3 men, 1 woman) and they enter the van, and it drives off.
We continue our journey on foot over several kilometers until I could see the Rozvadov border crossing with its 2 giant white windmills, and an additional third windmill between them that I had never noticed before. This one was twice as large and made of shiny chrome-plated steel. I remarked that I had never seen this windmill before, and as soon as I said that, it slowly started turning. When the rest of the crowd I was with saw this, they were overjoyed. Everyone started jumping for joy and singing. An old man dropped to his kneed and said „Emphasis, it‘s turning!“ I didn‘t know what the fuss was all about and so I asked the old man. He said that the chrome windmill was named Emphasis and that anytime it starts turning, that all the enemies of humanity were rendered powerless. He pointed to a snake in the grass, and it was completely motionless, as if frozen. I then noticed a couple of mosquitoes, and these too were just frozen in time, hanging motionless in the air. I then remembered the execution, and that 4 out of 7 prisoners had been released but that 3 of them had remained. „This too, was for the good of mankind,“ the old man said.
As we got closer to the windmill and the border I could see that the windmill had a big smile, and that he also had silver hands that were waving at us. I then noticed the big chrome-plated sign on the base of it that said „Emphasis.“
Crossing the border was uneventful because as we went into town we saw that everything was completely normal in the Czech Republic. The Post Office, gas station, everything was up and running. At that point I realised I had to get back to Germany with the supplies so I could save my failing restaurant.
I had this dream around 2016 and never forgot it. Since then I‘ve heard the term „Emphasis turning“ used too many times to be an organic phenomenon of the English language. It‘s not something people usually say. As for the enemies of humanity? Well, they included mosquitoes, so use your imagination. As of this writing, there are still only 2 white windmills sitting directly on the Czech – German border at the Rozvadov - Waidhaus crossing. Various internet legends have it that the turning or not turning of each of them is a signal that border patrol is checking cars. If it‘s the northern one, then it‘s the Germans, and if the southern one it‘s the Czechs. I don‘t recall if either of these (real) windmills were turning in my dream or not. Anyway, take it for what it‘s worth.