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‘I wrote this down as soon as I woke up, so it is fresh from memory, not a recall. Some details on places were added after transcription from a draft, which was left otherwise untouched. The environment of the dream was in Porto Alegre, capital of Rio Grande do Sul, where I once lived. I was near *** School, in the street that leads you to the *** tunnel if you keep going forward, with the school at my right. And I started to go to the *** Bus Terminal, passing through the square next to another nearby school, ***. When I was at the square, I decided to go faster to avoid robbers at the tunnel. There is something odd here. The tunnel is located just before the square, when you are coming from the first school. I might have been tricked. Anyway, I was at the square and decided to go faster to not have my cellphone taken by robbers near the tunnel. Not noticing this at the moment, I started to run very, very fast. It seems I went flying, or in a long jump, in the direction of the bus terminal. From above I saw something rectangular, white, featureless, crossing a white road (which I thought to be the tunnel road) going out of downtown. The road was a straight line in a pitch-black environment. Then I was inside a bus, by my own will (the rectangle thing). I think there was something pursuing me before I entered the bus. The scenery outside the bus was strange, abnormal. It was really dark out of the bus. Dangerous. These persons were walking in the sidewalk of the road where the bus was passing, and they were white, bright, featureless silhouettes. Then a monster tried to enter the bus. I closed the windows to not allow the monster to enter. His arm was inside, and it got cut off. Eventually, I arrived at the entrance of a tunnel made of trees, and I got out of the bus. I knew the monster was left behind, but he was coming closer. And he was angry. There was ‘butter’ at the entrance, which one needed to use as ointment to be able to enter the tunnel. But there was not enough butter for everyone at the tunnel. There was another person with me, and I split the butter between both of us. I used it as an ointment, but the other person ate it – and I don’t remember seeing this person again… I entered the tunnel, which was round, and made of trees. Their leaves had several colors, and everything was very bright. No trunks nor branches were visible. Maybe there was a white ground. Or not, and all was these leaves. Who knows? Then I arrived at the entrance hall of a building, with clear light. Not exactly day level, but also not dark. Inside this room, there were several of the monsters that attacked the bus, but they looked more humanoid. I felt, and their expressions showed it, that they were annoyed by my presence there. Half the height of an adult, big heads and noses. Sparse, balding, long hair. Somewhat big eyes and nose. Somewhat decaying. Somewhat melting. Past the hall, there was a library. In the bookshelves I saw copies of the same volume of a book collection I owned in the past, Enciclopedia Juvenil. I asked the female librarian if there were other ones, but she told me only that one was available. I told her that I would miss my books; they would be sold or made into fertilizer (since I knew I never would come back). I gave her a copy of Triste Fim de Policarpo Quaresma (The Sad End of Polycarp Lent), a Brazilian book published in 1911, where a patriotic public worker ends up being executed by order of the then president Floriano Peixoto. The librarian, or another person, told me that my life there was normal. I asked someone, a man, if it was possible to escape from here. This man (who I thought could be the female librarian – don’t ask) told me that albeit not impossible, it would be difficult, and it could cause madness or panic attacks. Outside of the library, I went to a corridor that led down to a bright room, where a girl – after the dream, I thought she could be one of the monsters – half my weight as well, with small but noticeable breasts, short – but not like man short size – straight, black hair, slightly overweight, wearing a shirt with long sleeves and a skirt, both gray, started to flirt with me. She had a childish voice. I don’t remember her face. It seems she didn’t have much detail. I don’t remember seeing her hands, or her legs. Actually, her face lacked details. I pretended not to notice her advances and went out of the room. Furious, she started to tell another slightly shorter girl with light colored hair, that ‘I didn’t get it’. I told myself that I got it very well, yes. And then I woke up. I think this was some kind of setup to lure me. After entering the tunnel, I never sensed any danger – this environment felt completely safe; that’s what I thought. Or rather, I didn’t think anything. How recognizing the same monsters at the hall didn’t send me into full panic is beyond me. And I never noticed the girl could be a monster before waking up. The black-haired girl’s chat was quite garbled and also lacking details, so to say; only her complaints to the other girl she talked to when she exited the room were much clearer and understandable. I had a sense that I chatted to the black-haired girl inside a room, but I actually saw nothing.’ ‘I might have read too many books on the subject, from Fortune, Briggs, Keel… Fairies, I think, may be a part of spiritual growth. Elementals merge into fairies, which then become human souls, in what is a kind of continuum, through many cycles of reincarnation. Maybe the glamour defects arise from our perception of fairies as incomplete humans. Some of the fairies would be undifferentiable from dead human souls.’ ‘The women were more humanoid, but less detailed. The men at the hall were more defined, but less human, the monster at the bus was a more animalistic version of the man at the hall.’ Why a fairy experience? ‘Because they were humanoid, and no advanced technology could be seen anywhere. I have read many books on the overlap between fairies and the UFO phenomenon’.