Blue_Opossum

Morning of September 12, 1981. Saturday.



This dream was mostly uneventful but had some strange scenes. One is of a man walking down the sidewalk who seems to be wearing a goldfish bowl on his head complete with a goldfish swimming around although everything inside the bowl is green. His face does not quite look human, though, but it is not really menacing.

There is also some sort of adoption agency on that same street (seemingly one of the commercial streets in La Crosse, probably where “The Dragon’s Lair” video game parlor was at the time in real life). I see an “elf” who resembles the boy my sister Marilyn was taking care of for some time (even traveling to Florida when my family then moved back to Wisconsin with my sister and her husband helping out).

It seems elves are now interacting more with humans and some of them are being adopted from the nearby agency. I see an older man (possibly a relative of mine, I think, but I cannot identify him - there is a slight resemblance to older brother Earl) - and he picks up the small male elf who is mostly in green (and about the size of a four-year-old) and the elf says, loudly and clearly, as he sits on one of the man’s shoulders after a hug, “Oogaly oogly” (that is “oo” rhyming with “fool” and pronounced out as oo-ga-lee oo-glee).

It could be a play on “ugly”, but not sure why. It may have something to do with the fact that my sister did not get to adopt the boy because his real mother decided she wanted to keep him after all.

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