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I dreamt that my children (2 sons aged 8 and 10) and I had checked into a favourite five star hotel in Perth, Western Australia. Instead of taking the elevator upto our room, we travelled down twenty floors to a deep underground basement. There were nineteen levels above us and below the hotel. When we were in the elevator, my sons and I shapeshifted and became 8 foot tall ogres. We were all immensely wide and ugly, yet retained our same basic human nature. When the lift opened on the 20th floor down (the lowest level), there was an elegant reception area full of glass and brass (5 star type reception) and the (human) receptionist at the desk welcomed us warmly. My sons ran off ahead and I checked us into this "ogre hotel". We did not sleep in this hotel, although I apparently paid for us to be there as a holiday. Instead, we worked helping to dig the tunnels. This work was enjoyable for my sons and I and apparently, as ogres, we had no need to sleep. The tunnels were all stylishly fitted out to five star standards and we had a lovely time!
Morning came and it was time for us to go. I called to my sons and wechecked out and farewelled the receptionist. In the elevator, I changed back into a human, but it wasn't until I was about to pick my car up from the valetthat I realised that ten year old was not with us! I raced back into the hotel and down the elevator, together with8 year old, transforming back into an ogre in the lift. I opened the doors and found my 10 year old son, as an 8 foot tall ogre, playing acrobats in the cavernous lobby of this deep underground ogre hotel!
I turned to leave, with both sons, and the lift doors would not open! The receptionist informed me that ogres were not allowed out during daylight hours, and since the sun had already risen, we would have to stay underground. I called out to God for help, and two angels appeared. The lift doors opened and the angels let us pass, but it was only with great difficulty that we managed to transform back into a human shape. It was as if now we had to make a strong conscious effort to do so whereas before, it had just happened. We left the hotel and I awoke.
I sometimes dream that I am someone else, living someone else's life for a short time, and I believe that this dream may fit into this category, that there are apparently "normal" people out there who can shapeshift and become ogres or other creatures. Was I an ogre shapeshifting into human form or a human shapeshifting to ogre? I don't know, but apparently, this ability was inherited, as my two sons had this power also.