Blue_Opossum

Morning of September 23, 2015. Wednesday.

Dream #: 17,810-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min.



Two men and a woman are getting ready for a television series about humanoid dragons. It seems as if one of the actors is cannibalistic, and the other two become wary of him. They share an apartment or dressing room. I am present but not involved in the show.

The scene changes. I am at a post office with Zsuzsanna. I seem to be in my late twenties. I received a package containing a somewhat realistic dragon costume with detailed scale patterns. I open it and go to the opposite side of the unfamiliar building where there is another bench of the same appearance.

I wear the bottom left side. It is a fancy boot with green scales attached to a pants leg (with green scales) around my waist. I wear part of the top as well (possibly also a mask or part of it). I realize I must have left the right side of the costume behind, so I walk back to retrieve it. Other people are around. I look at my left foot and leg as I walk (with vivid movement and momentum). My right leg and foot are not costumed, but my right boot is fancy, like the gray snakeskin cowboy boots I had years ago. I do not feel embarrassed or out of place in half a costume and mismatched boots even though others notice (but do not react). Each side feels different as I walk (producing different barely audible sounds), but not out of balance. I feel cheerful.

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Night of October 30, 1970. Friday.



There is a knock at the front door of my Cubitis home seemingly at night, which may be a trick-or-treater regardless of the possible later time (and the implied in-dream date may be a day later). My mother answers (I may have been doing something earlier in my dream but I do not recall that part). It is an allover short-haired orange monster standing there in our carport (but otherwise has all the anatomical form of a human). However, it soon turns out to be my older brother Jim, holding the full-head mask in the bend of his left arm like a helmet after removing it (and I also have a vague idea that it actually is a motorcycle helmet, though he did not have a motorcycle in real life until much later). He seems happy and optimistic. (I had not seen him for some time in real life, since living at North Monroe Street.) In real life, he was jovial and never “monster-like” in any way in my perspective, though he was overweight most of his life.

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This rather short dream had two precognitive layers. You might find it strange that saying a visitor showing up on Halloween after my dream was precognitive. However, this really was the first and only time we ever had a trick-or-treater (and it was after dark) while living in Cubitis for nearly ten years - and my mother answered the door. Not only that, it was an older and stockier teenager (high school student) who neither my mother nor myself knew the identify of, but he was wearing a homemade paper mask and not a costume of any kind. It seemed a bit eerie (and of the same slightly anxious mood as the door was answered while I had been in the same location as in my dream). The second facet was that my older brother Jim came to visit us later, which was the first and only time he had been in Cubitis. We did not know at the time that he would be visiting as such.

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