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I had a really fun dream about a secret feature in a fnaf game. It was meant to be a teaser for a larger project coming out soon.
The developer made the mistake of allowing you to play the whole game as long as you have it open, but once you close it you're locked out until the game release. DJ Sterf, Dawko, Markiplier, etc all closed the game before making any serious attempts at the teaser game, but I actually played it for a good while.

It was a hyper realistic doomsday game. When you start the simulation it gives the option of setting a difficulty. The settings are randomized in the preview but I managed to give the max difficulty run a few tries. It was absolutely nuts. You start with like 4 items that are used to prevent certain disasters. One is a plague that originates in hospitals. You have to administer a medicine to the sick patient. If they die, the plague spreads by touch. You only start with one medicine, and there may be multiple sick patients, specially on higher difficulties. There are natural disasters such as a big thunderstorm. The playing area is a town on an island surrounded by sea.

Because I was on max difficulty it was crazy from the start. Seas are roaring, and suddenly a few large ships come near land, each shooting 5 cannons at a time at a fast rate. I counted about 3 separate ships doing this. They attacked anything and everything. I saw a large godzilla in the far distance. I saw another gigantic monster coming towards me, but I don't remember what. I think it was on land, but I can only think of a giant shark that was attacking. Whatever it was, a large triceratops stampeded towards me and hit the giant creature instead.

There were other goals and enemies to deal with as well. Some required a freddy fazbear mask to fool, others you had to "click" on them. I remember one moment just being in a house. It was dark, I was looking for materials, but enemies kept spawning. The puppet, bonnie, etc. I got a bit frustrated because some of the enemies were preventing the door from working, and I needed to just get out of there so I could do other things. The goal of the game was to last 5 minutes. Doesn't seem that hard, right? Wrong. There is so much chaos, that the island gets destroyed very quickly. Can't hide, must run and subdue as many enemies as fast as possible.

Morning of January 23, 2017. Monday.



I am wandering around near an area near the shopping mall. There are a number of people who are involved in some sort of publicity relating to Godzilla and a particular store (or perhaps the entire mall). I walk through the hall of the shopping mall at one point and I am annoyed by seeing three people approaching me who are all in unusual oversized Godzilla costumes (though a few other people are in human-sized Godzilla costumes), though not really looking like any typical movie version of Godzilla. They are about twice as tall as me so I assume that they are wearing stilts and have features within their costumes for more control of the larger arms and such. They do not really regard me directly though I know they are there to annoy people with some sort of promotional gimmick.

One Godzilla costume is meant to convey the idea of rocky skin (somewhat like the Thing from “Fantastic Four”). Another is a purplish color with polka dots. One has mixed elements of lion and clown, with a sort of mane that seems akin to a wide clown outfit collar. I have an uncomfortable feeling that it will be difficult to shop anywhere in the region with all these annoying promoters.

There is one scene where I see someone (unknown) watching a Godzilla movie on a narrow wall between two hallways, but the man playing Godzilla is somehow directly talking to the viewer. I get the impression he can even stick his head out of the implied screen unless some sort of holographic technology is involved. (In this case, the Godzilla head is about the size of a human head, unlike the large costumes.) I wonder if the viewer is going to allow himself to be attacked or “eaten” for entertainment purposes.

I later find myself in a beautiful area near a marsh, eventually within a forest with dense shrubbery. I begin to relax and explore. However, one of the people who are wearing Godzilla costumes comes to where I am, though does not find me. He looks near a large shrub but cannot see me. This time, the costume seems about three times bigger than me but the size does not bother me (and does not even seem a factor).

Finally, I focus on the nature of gravity. Water seems to run uphill. This is very puzzling. Josh Holloway (the actor from “Lost”) is present. Some small rivulets of water that flow upwards on the wall form a tree-like pattern. I see something very unusual and point to it. At first, I think it might be more water moving upwards along a wall but it turns out to be the glow of the plastic wrap over a new toy cap gun still on the card and somehow stuck on the wall.

Josh is also apparently annoyed by all the people in weird Godzilla costumes. Several more (unknown) people appear and we explore a large public bathroom (which may be abandoned). I look at the sink and notice water flowing upwards in the side of the basin. Later, we manage to evade a person in a Godzilla costume as he only looks around in the first section of the bathroom.

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Morning of September 5, 2016. Monday.



I find myself in an unusual balanced composite (more integrated than usual) of my Cubitis family home and the Barolin Street house (to where the Barolin Street house’s porch is integrated with my Cubitis bedroom in atypically smooth orientation). I have a large hardcover book which seems to be meant to be a notebook yet has the look of a novel.

I am aware that Godzilla is approaching from the west (Cubitis orientation) and will reach the house within a short time. I am clearly focused and write in the book how Godzilla will not damage the house and will pass by without destruction.

As I write with a pencil, more like making annotations above my previous writing at some points, I hear Godzilla approaching. Soon, he is somehow in the house but only about as tall as the ceiling. He does not bother me and instead, ducks down and goes through the doorway. He turns to the left and shuffles through another doorway after hunching down. No damage is done. I find this interesting but I also realize that he may come back in his full size and with a more monstrous presence depending on how I write the events in the book I have.

I get the sense of there being an island in the distance (northeasterly), which Godzilla will mostly destroy all the buildings on, yet I am not focused on the idea of a body of water separating it from the region where the house is. I write about how Godzilla will march in a rectangular path so that he will eventually come back from the same direction, but supposedly not near the house. I walk to an area that is like an underground cavern but still seems part of the house (and “actually” above ground). In Cubitis orientation, this cavern would open to the north and is probably analogous to the hallway of that house with a vague bilocation. An unknown dark-haired female approaches me from the mouth of the cave while holding a pillow horizontally (obvious dream sign) with a black gemstone with an emerald cut sitting horizontally on it. It is about six inches long. This character seems like an odd composite of Xena and Kira from “The Dark Crystal”. (There is an association with my wife Zsuzsanna here. Her middle name is Gabrielle, which is also Xena’s friend’s name. Kira is also the name of a “Star Trek: Deep Space Nine” character and “Star Trek” featured in another dream of today.)

She seems very concerned about the supposedly inevitable approach of Godzilla and yet is also wondering if the crystal should ever be used to control such creatures, as it is implied to be of great power and may fall into the wrong hands. She talks about hiding it instead, so that no one would ever be able to use it for anything.

“It doesn’t matter at all,” I say. “I can control everything in the universe with this book. In fact, I made everything in the universe.”

The girl eyes me curiously while seemingly dismissing that the crystal has any consequential aspect at all but seems puzzled and somewhat wary about being an entity I had created or she may be uncertain how I may shape events concerning Godzilla’s approach towards her people or alternate world. I wake before writing any more.

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This was interesting in that I had total control by what I wrote in the book yet was not even slightly lucid at any point. A book represents the nature of consciousness (or the transmuted conscious mind within the dream state) and the critical thinking skills on the conscious identity side of liminal space.

A pillow is an obvious dream sign, not at all a symbol, that is, a residual memory of having fallen asleep (as is a bed and being undressed in public). The crystal seems to symbolize focused lucidity here (as it is dark and sits on the pillow and thus is analogous to the sleeping mind), yet full dream control is still present without lucidity or even a greater perceptual clarity. As Kira has wings and is a muppet, this is an atypical form of the otherwise very common “return flight” waking metaphor which also reflects the artificial nature of the dream state (and a puppet or muppet obviously represents potential dream control).

The cave represents the dreaming side of liminal space (or the depths of the unconscious while sleeping) and thus on the primary level the emergence of the female character symbolizes my wife Zsuzsanna waking up next to me. Godzilla was the base coalescence metaphor (dream-swallower for the return to whole consciousness yet also represents heartburn in this case which I had to a small degree after waking, especially as Godzilla hunches down with his left paw on his stomach at one point), yet something within my dream self focus was able to shape my dream differently without being lucid.

I had to record this three times already on here because I get booted off.

I was in my old neighborhood, I noticed some of the few details from my memory of how it used to be, then I noticed that I was hovering around the neighborhood like I was on a hovercraft. I get excited and move out towards the main section of the street. I noticed that there was hardly any traffic along the way and wonder. From a distance I see this open ocean bridge with an incoming thunderstorm. People start running. I hear a roar. It was Godzilla

Instead of fighting gamera, godzilla decides to start destroying mega corporate business, that was his goal.

Then all of a sudden its like I am in a movie theater, I am in one. Watching these movie unreel, eating popcorn next to familiar guests. The light goes off, people start booing and leave. I walk outside the movie theater with a friend and it is raining and storming, I hear a roar.

This dream makes me wonder if it is possible to use dream signs to zoom out into a completely different scenarios using basic earth elements like water, or the thunderstorm in the beginning of the dream that was in both segments.

Morning of October 19, 2015. Monday.



In my dream, there is a hidden tab in my Internet browser. The hidden tab is behind another tab near the center of the sequence of tabs across the top. I wonder if there have always been hidden tabs as such. What could they be?

I barely see the left edge of the previously undiscovered tab, but there is enough there to sort of “pull” it out to the left (using the mouse) from the visible tab (which is for the dream journal website).

I see enough of the tab to see that the title is “ambiance”. It opens to an image only (rather than an implied website). It is a view from the sky, though from a distance, of a radio tower. The contrast is so light, it is fairly pale.

For some reason, I think of Godzilla as approaching (from my perspective in the foreground). I do not see Godzilla but I do ponder his eventual appearance on other pages, though this never actually happens.

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A lot of VSTs for music production have settings related to ambient music, which is what at least partly influenced the appearance of the word.

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This dream is autosymbolic of the typical thinking skills correlation with the radio tower being the emergent consciousness factor (as autosymbolism for communication between the isolated fictitious ephemeral dream self and the real conscious self identity as in waking life). The association with Godzilla is liminal awareness of the RAS modulation factor, but which is not initiated (likely due to my liminal awareness and my advanced knowledge of the dream state). The view from the sky is a static association with the otherwise usual vestibular system correlation. In many past dreams that were a result of liminal dream control, Godzilla had featured, typically in a faux chase scenario for entertainment purposes.

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Morning of June 30, 2015. Tuesday.



I am vaguely aware of the newest “Godzilla” movie playing at an outdoor sports event (and seemingly going on for at least two or three days without showing any part of Godzilla), but this is not my main dream focus, which may be shifted to a different one.

I am hovering or at least viewing a scene possibly over the surface of the ocean. I am not sure of the size orientation, as I seemingly view a glimpse of a partially submerged Godzilla. After a very short time, I realize that it is not Godzilla’s back, but the back of a (normal-sized) hedgehog swimming through the murky water - with the size reference being much smaller. This error seems to have been caused by light from my right side briefly interfering with my vision. In afterthought, it dawns on me that Godzilla’s back does not at all undulate as it should above the water’s surface, which seems to be the case in the real movies as well. This causes me to briefly reflect that it may not be a hedgehog either, but someone dragging seaweed (or possibly a dead turtle covered with seaweed) through the water with a small motorboat for whatever reason.

My dream starts off with myself and two guys running around in what appears to be a whole set of underground mazes. We each have a bunch of things that we're carrying, though most of it seems to be contained in the knapsacks we're each wearing. On top of this, however, we each have a knife strapped to the outer part of our thighs, as well as a gun in our hands. I carry what simply appears to be a pistol, while my companions have what seem to be much more military grade weapons. The tunnels we're in seem to be very dark, though we appear to know what route we're taking, but we're constantly looking behind us due to low moans and grunts that echo through the stone walls.

We eventually come to an area of tunnel where there is actually an opening in the ceiling above us and for some reason this room is lit up. This is the place we're looking for and I drop my things and get sent up first. Once I'm up my first male friend starts passing me his equipment before I haul him up, and we start doing the same for the second guy. However, the second dude is taking what seems forever to send his stuff up to so I remember remarking how 'You need to stop sending your shit up to me one at a time.' Just as I'm telling him this a loud noise echoes almost right beside us and the third of our group pales, looks down the path we came from, and looks briefly at us before running down the tunnel saying, "Guys, I'm sorry." He starts making a lot of noise as he goes, looking to draw the zombies away from where we are. It doesn't take long before it seems they catch up to him when he starts screaming and wet noises fill the tunnel. It's past time being able to save him.

We scoop up all of our belongings and exit the room into what seems to be just a normal (albeit larger) home. We walk through the kitchen and living room before exiting the house and it turns out that it's built on a beach. Walking out from the home has us standing almost at water's edge and there is an entire community of people living here: there are people sun tanning by the water, kids swimming in it, and it's just an entirely laid-back atmosphere. A couple of older men approach us to welcome us to their home and take most of our inventory besides our knives to a communal armory. Some other people encourage us to go enjoy ourselves, so we shrug and decide to go find stuff to do. I decide to go swimming so run up to the water in my clothes and go right in.

I'm swimming only until I get to water depth about twice my height when I notice a small body just sitting at the bottom of the section of ocean. I can somehow tell it's not a zombie, but instead a small boy of maybe 8 years, and I swim down to pull him up and out of the ocean. Once I get him out I run to take him over to a building side and start trying to do anything I can to get water out of his system, yelling "Are you ok?" He swats away my hand and simply replies, "I'm fine." It gets awkward and silent for what seems like an eternity and I ask what he was doing at the bottom of the ocean. This look that gives me chills passes his face, and replies, "You'll find the answers you seek on the dark face of the moon." The kid then looks like he's about to try to eat my face and I scream, but instead his body becomes translucent and he absorbs into me. As he does a million different images of the future pass through my head, though I do not know if they're different moments down the same timeline, or a million different possibilities for the future that our timeline could progress down.

Thoroughly freaked out, I go inside to try to find something to eat. My friend is there in the kitchen with a female just a bit older than me and she's cooking for the group. She hands us both another, much sharper knife and explains exactly how to strike a zombie to minimize damage so that we can filet it better and cook it up (not only do zombies apparently come through the tunnel every now and then, but they are available to eat). Just as she says this, a couple actually appear from the catacombs and we follow her instructions to kill them clean. Just as we're dragging the bodies towards her, a few more come up and we do the same thing. She remarks how odd it is, as only a couple at the most tend to come up a day. Another body appears from the tunnel, but the results are much different this time. While the person looks like another zombie and is even partially decayed, it behaved like a human. It ducked around our strikes and grabbed the knife from my friend before lancing it through his throat. As my friend is collapsing to the ground, the creature runs back to the tunnel and somehow destroys the narrow opening, so now it's a large, sloping gap for a horde of zombies to come up. Most are normal, but there are quite a few who look like chargers from Left 4 Dead, as well as a couple that look like tanks from this game.

The female and I both try to run back out, but I'm the only one who actually leaves. I start screaming for everyone to get out and to run just before the horde comes out behind me. Many people aren't fast enough and become lunch for the group of zombies. A large creature of our own appears, seeming to me like an almost mini-Godzilla but with wings. It scoops up a couple of people and prepares to take flight. I just about get grabbed by a zombie, but a woman pushes me out of the way and screams when the zombie bites her in the throat. When the Godzilla creature grabs me to take with it, the woman gurgles out, "You've seen the future and you'll be the one to save us all." As the creature takes flight and takes us with it, my dream ends.

It's apparent to me that I'm getting A LOT better at realizing when I'm in a dream.

I had several dreams before I became lucid, most of which involved me and my friends doing shit.

When I realize I was lucid, I was in my yard, naked, and drinking a drink from a Parker's gas station. Before I realized I was lucid, I was trying to think about how I would sneak in my house without my family noticing that I'm naked.

Suddenly, I don't know what it was, I realized I was dreaming. When I first became lucid, I was very tired for some reason, so I just kept rubbing my hands together furiously and yelling "Increase lucidity!".

The feeling of sleepiness went away pretty quickly. I didn't do what someone else told me to do in a lucid dream though, I didn't touch things around me or get acclimated to the dream, and I wish I would have.

I did look at my backyard and notice that everything was bunched together in one spot.

I asked my subconscious if this dream could feel like it was 6 hours long, but that didn't happen, lol.

In my front yard, I noticed a big wooden post lying on the ground. That's not usually there. I got the idea to telekinetically throw it into the air, just for fun. It worked, and it went VERY high, and landed in my yard again. I threw it in the air again, but for some reason while it was in the air I tried to pull it apart with my mind and make it transform into Godzilla (made more sense in my dream).

That didn't quite work out the way I wanted it to.

I started flying after that, using my "Up, up, and away!" trick, although at one point I feel on my face (didn't hurt).

Can't remember much else, except the parts where I lost lucidity and some weird stuff happened.

Dream - Lucid

I was in what seemed to be high school choir again, on what seemed to be an island, though there were many other islands around too. It was covered in short, bright green grass, and some grey rocks. It was daytime, and the sky was clear and blue.

We were rehearsing for the variety show on this island. My choir teacher was showing us the choreography she wanted us to learn for the show; we were all grouped up, and she was in front of us. She did some jumps and dance moves, but she went over it all very quickly.

We then were left to practice on our own. We all gathered in a circle around the edges of the island, and we started to do the routine. There was then a full-sized T-Rex in the middle of the island, but it was one of the students; his part in the show was being a T-Rex. It scared me at first, but we all ran around his feet and repositioned; it was all just part of the show. He then turned into Godzilla, and was much more threatening that way. Again, it was part of the show. I feel like we ran through this sequence a few times. I found myself trying to go over the choreography in my head, remembering one move after the other.

I then figured out I was playing the part of a saber-toothed tiger, though, unlike T-Rex boy, I didn't transform, but I was merely acting like a cat, or, I guess how I would imagine a saber-toothed tiger would act. I was also supposed to be the T-Rex's girlfriend as the saber-toothed tiger. Alright then, I could do that. I got down on my hands and knees, and walked around. I went over to some edge away from everyone else, sat down, and meowed. I was trying to play the part well. I thought about myself acting, making facial expressions to match the mood of the show.

We then went back to the beginning of the show to rehearse some more. I now wasn't quite sure where I was supposed to be. The T-Rex guy said I needed to stick by him, but I got in the circle around the edges of the island again anyway. I had a feeling I had taken someone's space, though I didn't think we had assigned spaces yet. Oh whatever. I wondered if there were any solos in the piece of music we were doing.

I then remember being atop a ledge on the island, overlooking the circular part, with T-Rex guy. We walked around a bit, I remember us being in a small cave for a little while. He was telling me he liked being Godzilla better than the T-Rex. He started to remind me of my IWL pen pal, Gabriel.

I was then running back onto the circular part of the island with everyone else. I remember running over some light grey rock, and thinking about how exciting it was to be back in choir and performing.

I was woken up early Sunday morning by my son calling from camp, so my dream recall isn't what I would have liked. Still, I remember this fragment.


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[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Surrounded by farmland I find I am in California, nearbyrolling hills leading to tall mountains in the distance. The air is warm in thevalley, a perfect place to grow green crops and tall grasses, and thesnow-capped mountains make a perfect backdrop for the warm haze I can see oversome of the fields. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind me is the Mann-Westgate theater, perched on a hillbehind another theater, newer and bigger than the Mann. Though this theater isgone in real life it appears just as I remember it, apart from the hillside andthe location in this California valley. [/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Following along with the theme of movies, I begin searchingfor signs of one that was recently made. Someone had told me that Godzilla 5had been made right where I was standing, and I began seeking signs of themovie production. I couldn’t even imagine who would ever want to make fiveGodzilla movies, let alone go see them.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] I kept thinkingGodzilla but for some reason the image in my mind was King Kong, the gorillathat went wild in New York. He had lost some of his size, and was now not morethan about 7 feet tall. While still strong, he didn’t appear anywhere near asmenacing.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I looked to my right, past the motel I had been staying in,down the dirt road that ran adjacent to the motel parking lot. I was lookingfor the red X marks that indicated filming locations, and I immediately spottedone on the light pole a few feet from me. In my mind it seemed like the rightthing for the crew to do, mark each camera spot with an X.[/FONT][/SIZE]
[SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I knew that another mark would be found inside the theaterso I headed up the hill and on inside the building. A movie was showing in thetheater, and lots of people were in attendance. It didn’t seem to matter that Ihadn’t bought a ticket.[/FONT][/SIZE]
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The nonlucid parts of this dream I can't recall. But the lucid part is clear enough. I become lucid at the point when I giant dog begins attack. Honestly, a fucking giant dog? What the fuck is this shit? Clifford?! Well, the dog isn't red...nor is it friendly. People with guns right now are attempting to kill the dog with guns. Not working out. I try showing off, by slightly undressing, and I try some hand-to-hand combat. Not working unfortunately. Dammit! I should be winning! I'm lucid! Why can't I win?! I soon retreat to coupe. I run until going down a rocky path into a cave like place. My aunt and my cousin are in there. My aunt leaves for no apparent reason. For the hell of it, I have my cousin why dogs age faster than humans. He tells me he isn't to sure, but he knows that clipping their tail, nails, and shaving their hair shortens their life. Wow, what a load of horse shit that sounds like. I now "thank" him for the info, and I go back outside. The dog is still running around attacking. He passes by me, and I fire off a full power ki blast barrage. It doesn't do anything. Shit! He now knocks me over and keeps running. At least he felt it. I get up and fire a full power energy wave. But it does nothing either. I now notice a skyscraper by us. It says "Empire State Building Estates." Never heard of that. But, I now talk to a girl who looks really smart. I tell her to meet me up there on the roof. I have an idea now, and we can beat this giant-ass dog. I now fly up and land on the roof. I wait a little while before the girl gets up here. I explain that everyone looks at this dog like a sweet innocent animal. This is causing them to hold back. We can't hold back! We could've won by now! The girl understands and leaves. Damn DCs. Hardly ever any damn use. I go back down now, and the monster has turned into...Godzilla? Okay, what the fuck?! I start spreading my plan, but everyone suggests we just badly damage him. Argh! That won't work! Godzilla can fucking regenerate people! I swear! I can't even remember the last time I found a useful DC that I didn't make myself! Now, I go back out into the battle. That smart girl comes back now. And she has...a giant fucking flying battle cruiser! Holy shit! That'll do just fine! I'm not sure whether I'm impressed by her or aroused by her now! She lands the craft, and I get in. I take the main pilot and gunner chair. She tells me there's a very high-powered blaster gun on the ship. Hm, very high-powered? I like that I idea. I now fly us into space. I realize one of the back doors is open. So I close it. That could've ended badly. I now turn the ship towards the other planets. I see a shitload of planets that don't even exist, and ones that do. I aim the gun at a very large green planet. There's also purple splotches on it. What a weird-ass planet. "Let's see how strong this gun is." I say. This planet is far bigger than Earth too. I now charge the gun to full charge, and release the trigger. A good-sized red beam now fires at the planet. When it hits, the planet explodes! Holy shit! I am aroused now! I now turn around and head back to Earth. I charge up the gun again.
"Wait! You can't blow up the Earth! You have to go down there, and angle the shot so it goes off into space!" the girl cries out. Well, I guess I shouldn't be a douchebag and blow up Earth. I now take the ship down, and I stop and point blank range of Godzilla. Sorry buddy. You're my favorite movie monster, and always will be. But when you're in a dream, don't be a dick man. I now finally release the trigger, and a huge whole is in Godzilla. Dammit! This chick didn't think to make the beam wider! Fuck! I now begin to continuously fire and fire. This is proving to be effective. I still think just blowing up the planet would've been resourceful. To me anyway. Soon, all of Godzilla is gone. I stop firing and relax victoriously. The girl gets out and cheers with her friends. Cool. Imma go blow up some planets now! I take off into space again, but then I unfortunately have a false awakening. Then I soon awake for real.

Morning of September 19, 1971. Sunday.



In my dream, I am seemingly in Burns Park in La Crosse where I have not been in real life since early 1967. The setting is larger than in real life though, as well as with a more rural feel. Some of this dream seems to have monochrome scenes, which is extremely rare for me (though another dream in which King Kong appeared also had seemingly black-and-white scenes).

In the park, Dick Van Dyke is casually telling me the history of the two movie monsters in a somewhat “realistic” way, and it seems we have a few different meetings over time, including walking along in a peaceful Autumn scene and sitting on a park bench for a time. He seems to have a walking cane during at least a couple of the meetings but not all. This was possibly influenced by his role as the narrator in the 1970 television airing of “Born Free”. He even relates the supposed “personality” traits of King Kong and Godzilla; a sort of comparing and contrasting discussion; and he does this quite cheerfully and patiently as my dream unfolds. There is actually no threatening appearance by either of the giant monsters. Again, there is mostly a sense of peace and cheerfulness, even optimism.

In real life, when I had seen a black-and-white picture based on the “real” King Kong (from the original “King Kong” movie) superimposed with Godzilla (from an issue of “Famous Monsters of Filmland”) to falsely imply that King Kong was not actually a silly-looking man in a costume in “King Kong vs. Godzilla” (as well as being much lager than he originally was, so that even Fay Wray, held by Kong, appears as gigantic, even bigger than a skyscraper) I somehow expected something more “realistic” regarding the movie. When I remarked on my memory of the magazine picture later, I commented “I like the dragon” (just to make conversation, really). Classmate Steve J nodded as we were leaving the classroom, and he said, “Uh-huh, that’s Godzilla” and I felt a bit embarrassed for not having said “Godzilla” even though Steve did not seem that condescending about what I had said.

Later on, when I actually watched “Kingu Kongu tai Gojira” or “King Kong vs. Godzilla“ in English (made in 1962 and apparently first released on the 26th of June, 1963 in America) on television, with my father, we laughed uproariously through much of it.