what a wierd night of FOUR intense and visually/narratively memorable dreams, in the fourth (on a walk) I happened upon the goat-human hybrid child munching away on grass at the front of a residential property by the roadside.
The front door of the cottage was open – that imagery again.
I spoke to the woman about her lovely young animal outside, munching away on grass. It started to nuzzle me and I realised something about it. It was a hybrid. It had the look of a goat, the four legs and the fur. But it had aspects of a human face, especially the hybrid nostrils. Then it talked to me. As if I were the first stranger it had ever bonded with to reveal such about itself…
And I knew, this was a hybrid child and it had to go on television so all the world should know. I know I have to keep my eye out for anything strange today that might allow that 'goat-human' to get his story onto TV.