Blue_Opossum

Morning of July 2, 2017. Sunday.



My wife Zsuzsanna and our children as we appear now are apparently living in the Cubitis house. However, my entire dream takes place outside, mostly in the backyard, though there is an additional feature of the north side of my middle school incorrectly rendered as the north side of the house, another unique composite of which my dream self does not question. (No two settings in my dreams, even in tens of thousands, are ever the same.) The time, which remains consistent, seems to be late morning.

I notice a wooden shipping crate in the backyard, close to the middle of the house (east side). I am puzzled over when it arrived and wonder who it belongs to as I consider it might have been left by mistake. I notice a small engraved circle on the side facing east.

I lift the crate up (and it seems to have no bottom) and notice the feet of at least two chickens. There are also other animals, though I do not learn what they are. Two tiny chicks, not much bigger than my thumb, are walking about at one point. There is feed already on the ground, but I also find a bag with supposed feed to give them. The “feed” is very small, seemingly small white triangular pebbles, some flatter than others, though still too big for them to eat. I find smaller feed and let it fall from between my fingers and they eat some of it. Throughout my dream, I am mostly in somewhat of a squatting position or on my knees.

There is also a miniature monkey. He is only about the size of a marmoset. He wears a bellhop cap. After looking about later, I see, off to my right, that he had been suffocated or crushed by pillows and large cushions that somehow had been placed or thrown over him (though I do not question why pillows would be outside on the ground). It is a sad realization, as I know our children might have liked him as a pet. He is on his back and his small body is stiff. I pick him up but there are no signs of life.

In the final scene, I am near what looks like the north side of the middle school that I attended many years ago, though it is still meant to be the north side yard of the Cubitis house, though as mentioned in the first paragraph, my dream self does not question this or reflect upon it at all (despite its much larger area than the house and yard). As I walk along easterly to the backyard again after talking to a couple members of my family, I strongly believe that I can will the monkey back to life. I am not lucid but I still have an idea in my mind that I can do this via thought alone. I focus and direct my thoughts. Very slowly, he comes back to life and seems fully alive and normal. I throw very small breadcrumbs on the ground and watch him eat.

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