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Night of March 4, 1967. Saturday.



After extensive research I discovered that the movie that mainly influenced this recurring eerie dream was “Blood Beast from Outer Space“, also known as “The Night Caller” and “Night Caller from Outer Space“, first seen at age six. I also finally learned that it was a deformed hand, not a lobster claw as in my dream. I find it interesting how the last few minutes of a movie (seen in early childhood) can create such an intriguing recurring dream scenario for several years (though not nightmarish for the most part). I very much enjoy learning more and more about what influenced my dreams throughout my life and pinpointing dreams and trends. (Note that the IMDb date for this release is incorrect, as it was first shown in America prior to the listed November 1966 date.) I had this dream while sleeping in the matte black 1950s camper we had at the time in the space above the cab. Seeing this footage after so many years had a rather odd emotional effect on me.

In the actual movie, the alien was not a giant, but I was easily able to determine where the long-term influences came from, almost like traveling back in time or greatly stimulating old memories with an enhanced clarity. I am not sure why this particular few ending minutes of a movie had such an impact, while many other movies I have seen seem to have had little or no impact at all.

In my dream, I am outside at night with my parents seemingly during a long trip from Wisconsin to Florida (we do not have much with us - just enough to fill the otherwise empty areas of the station wagon - as the camper I am sleeping in in reality is not featured in my dream for some reason). It appears to be near a very long shopfront in a parking lot, including a used car lot on one side. A giant man (about twenty feet tall) with a burned face and with one arm being that of a lobster threatens the whole town. Fire seems to be involved and he seems to glow eerily in a pale green at one point. For some reason, we have to leave everything behind in the car, including my favorite coloring books. My mother assures me that I will have new coloring books at our new home (in Florida) when we get away from this danger. (I am not sure why we have to find a different car to leave in - perhaps there had been fire damage, or the engine stopped working or it was wrecked at that point in some other way.) Whatever state we are in at the time (which is uncertain in-dream) will no longer exist as a state because this giant creature will live here within the fire. (In the last scene of the movie, the alien stands in front of a large fire for a couple minutes.)

There appears to be some sort of odd (nostalgic) connection to the Johnny Cash song “The Story of a Broken Heart” (as if it were part of a monster movie and descriptive of this giant creature - it is possible I heard this song on the radio around this same time period). For some reason, coloring books seem to be my most important possessions in this dream. There was a motel we stopped at, at night, where I really enjoyed looking through an (as yet unused) over-sized (seemingly) dinosaurs coloring book.