Blue_Opossum

Morning of December 27, 2018. Thursday.

Dream #: 19,001-04. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



I become aware of looking at the Internet, though my conscious self identity is not extant and I do not know the nature of the setting, though it likely implies my present home. The web page is similar in layout to the now-defunct DMusic blog.

I see various color photographs of guinea pigs in somewhat human-like positions and activities. In the final picture, the animal is sitting upright on a toilet with the lid down and appears to be praying. Below the short videos and images is a list of about seven comments by the same unfamiliar man, each beginning with my first name. One reads, “Claude is impressed by all the work we are doing with our guinea pigs. "Another reads, "Claude was amazed by the final scene of our guinea pig in his act of perfection.”

I start to feel both annoyed and puzzled by why someone would make these claims. There had neither been any dialogue between us nor any way of him seeing me or any of my reactions.

Soon, I am in an outdoor scene in late morning, in an unknown rural area. The people, seemingly all part of a “lunatic fringe” religious group, who had photographed and filmed the guinea pigs, have an attraction where children walk through a narrow two-tiered cage of guinea pigs and chickens. I start to wonder if the visiting children sometimes step on or injure the guinea pigs, but I do not witness any mishaps of that nature. My dream fades from this point.

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