I’ve been having the same recurring dream for the last twenty or so years. It doesn’t happen that often maybe twice a year or if I’m lucky, every couple months. I dream in film, the settings and characters vary but the meat of the dream is always the same. It starts out where I am inside doing nothing in particular, maybe folding laundry or just sitting down at the kitchen table. I am always indoors at the beginning of the dream. The dwelling changes, it’s been my current house, my childhood home, even my workplace. Sometimes I am alone and sometimes there are other people in the room and then suddenly it begins with a far away sound, like faint rolling thunder off in the distance but then it grows nearer, deeper, louder, the approaching sound of giant echoing footsteps headed straight in my direction....a very somber Drunngggg….Drunnngggg….Drunnngggg…The Earth is shaking with every pounding movement. Now I hear trees crunching being trampled underfoot of some mountainous beast, and I know that he is coming for me. The steps draw closer, everyone else in the room has run for their lives and it’s complete chaos outside, but I stand still. I know it’s only me that he wants so I wait in heart pounding anticipation, I am both terrified and mesmerized. His giant black hand breaks through the window reaching and opens to me. I don’t run or hide; I walk into the open fist that is bigger than my entire body. I grab onto his thumb and he cups me pulling my tiny helpless body towards his massive head and beautiful face. For a moment, I stare into his soulful eyes and then he takes me. It’s like being in Love. I am overcome by his power and might. He scoops me up and carries me through my ravaged hometown town that is burnt and destroyed. Smoke and crushed vehicles are everywhere, women and children are screaming, running for their lives. There is looting, pandemonium, alarms and sirens ringing. I look down and see my friends and family crying for me as he whisks me away. I see kids I went to school with and people I’ve worked with. He steps on the mean ones, squashing them in my honor. He protects me, holding me close to his big hairy chest, shielding me from all danger, keeping me unto himself. Police and firemen are trying to stop him but I yell to them, “Stop! He only wants me, let him take me and he won’t hurt anyone else” We are on the move, it’s us against them, I want to go with him but I'm afraid and part of me wants to escape too, just like in the movie. There is no Skull Island in my dream so I don’t know where we are going and I always wake up before we get there. I only know that we are trying to get away…on some grand adventure and it scares me that I want to abandon everything and go be with him. It’s been a while since I’ve had the dream and I know I’m due. For whatever reason, my subconscious needs it, craves it every so often. In my mind, I am Ann Darrow. I hope he comes for me tonight. Kong.