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Dream of July 1st, 2020 par Bill Rogers Via Flickr : So, a few nights back I had a dream. In it I was talking to a friend. She and I were in a small cabin out in the woods and at a certain point I saw across the road from our cabin a large orangey-brown humanoid form crashing through the small trees just up a small hill over a creek. I don't think anyone would ever understand the freakishness of this until they saw it for themselves. The sheer size of something, the bulk of it, moving so swiftly, almost effortlessly through the trees. You could hear some smaller ones breaking but mostly it was silent. I couldn't see a head only the arms, which hung below the knees, the lats and the legs. Absolutely immense. He must have been around nine to ten feet in height. There was a feeling of having seen something I wasn't supposed to see. Of course you want to see but you don't want to make eye contact. One never is fully prepared for this. However, I have been prepping for just such an encounter in dreams for sometime and I did once have a haint on my house that gave me lots of practice knowing how I would react in certain conditions. Ask me about that sometime. At any rate, I think I had just the smallest sliver of preparation and was still pretty taken. I didn't perceive evil, horror or anything like that. I just was crushed under the sheer weight of some presence that was so other. I think my friend and I had moved slowly away from the large open window on the front porch of the cabin. We were in the living room so we could hide ourselves from sight more than if we had been on the porch. I saw it crashing from the west to the east before we slid behind the curtains and into some shadows. I think there was one of those heavy oval rugs that looks like an old English Muffin. I think it had some dull yellow and brown fabric in it. I know because I was laying down on it and playing dead. This because at some point after I had seen the creature disappear into the trees across from our cabin's driveway I sensed a movement in the yard in front of the cabin porch. My friend hid behind a chair or couch and I just went face down on that oval rug. In the instant I was ducking down I saw the body step into view just outside the large window on our front porch. It was behind some hedges just in front of the porch. It was within yards of us. What I saw was definitely a blur. I did not have the time to see it all and I definitely did not look at it directly. I concentrated on becoming one with the carpet so to speak. So, yes, it was a blur, but it definitely looked in the face more like a man than some have described. All I know was that in the dream this was the closest I'd ever come to really running into one, you know, one of these catamounts, these woodwoses. This one had the visual impact comparable to the sound I had heard once in another dream, the one where Mom and I are inside an all glass house. All we could see outside was a lamppost and the freshly mown lawn. It was raining outside and after dark, but there was brief illumination from lightning combined with the light from the moon, the lamppost and a few lawn lights. The sound we heard was a short staccato grunt. But you could feel it on the inside of your rib cage. Mom and I had been in the center of our living room and heard the sound as if it had been projected from somewhere beyond the treeline of our yard into the house just to where we stood. The fullness and power of the voice was so complete. It was as if it was saying. I see you and I am here just beyond what you can see. I'm here! Back to the cabin. I felt my own well defined levels of fear mixed with respect. Fear but not horror. And I know that my friend was feeling her own. I couldn't speak but I sent her a thought message to simply stay still and imagine her body simply sinking into the surroundings. I could feel the weight of his eyes on us and could almost feel his pondering. I'm not sure if I actually saw his shadow or felt his weight on the grass. I just knew he was there watching us through the window. It just seemed like he was curious. It may have seemed like hours but I'm sure it was only a few seconds, maybe less than a minute. And then I just knew he was gone. When I looked up he was definitely gone from view. He may have been close. Who knows how far he went or where? All I knew is that, other than the afterimage of my own memory, I could not see him amy more.

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The Giant Returns par Bill Rogers Via Flickr : original painting by Bill Rogers