Blue_Opossum

Morning of December 9, 1978. Saturday.



This was a strange dream that I was not really a direct part of, though I do see everything from a seemingly local three-dimensional perspective (but as if I am invisible to all the characters of my dream and there is never any perceived threat to me).

There is a woman living on an island. I believe her name is Diane or Diana. Over time, she somehow lures various men to her island, in some cases taking them to her home from social venues. Each man is then turned into a different farm animal and kept locked up in a large barn some distance from her house.

One night, about six or seven animals, including a horse, a donkey, a goat, and a chicken - and I think maybe a duck and a cat, plan to escape together. However, I am not sure if they will be turned back into their original form or if the spell will wear off once they leave the island, though they do plan on confronting her, I think. Also, all of the creatures seem to have an unusual sort of shaggy or stringy hair (even the chicken) with a sort of light brownish orange or darker golden tint. Each one of them has a certain task. It is the donkey’s job to kick the barn door out as I watch the scene late at night. The rooster is apparently supposed to distract the woman while another possibly gets keys to her boat (and it seems their plan is to trap her in a room, though I do not really see the story play out). I am not sure what happens next but it seems like some sort of actual well-known story or fable or even an older movie. I do not hear them talk at any point - their apparent conversations and planning seems to work on another level, perhaps telepathy or some sort of universal “animal language”, as I do hear combinations of some odd and loud farm animal sounds a couple times.

At the point where they are escaping from the barn, it seems to be a bilocated setting where they are in the “junk room” (my sister’s name for it) of the Loomis Street house, with the barn door simultaneously leading to the Loomis Street kitchen (rather than outside). This odd unresolved sense of bilocation has occurred in many of my dreams throughout my life.

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