Night of November 7, 1968. Thursday.

Another dream I had in early childhood is one about the “prehistoric elephant”. It is possible that I originally got the idea from something I had read in a newspaper (of a larger city) or heard somewhere (although, upon newer research, it is probably more likely another case of postcognition or some sort of remote viewing - as I did not really have access to such things at that time), but it still was somewhat precognitive in that I got a book later on relating to part of the theme: “Lassie: Adventures in Alaska” by George S. Elrick (Link here).

My dream featured a shaking side-to-side scene (implied “earthquake”, but extremely common in my childhood perception, from day to day, as well as with the side-to-side “earthquakes” of hypnagogic vision, which I always found interesting, almost comforting). A large, tall, broken-off iceberg floats to a New York harbor near Manhattan (I see the Statue of Liberty in one scene), somehow from Alaska (which would be impossible in real life of course, as they are on opposite sides of the continent - but since when are dreams always geographically realistic?). The iceberg slowly melts…and a living mammoth emerges and goes around New York, knocking into buildings and alarming people (this was also before I was scared, the second time at least, by a trained elephant at a store’s parking lot in real life). I go higher in one skyscraper and look down. Far below, I see the mammoth charging at the building I am in and there are mild vibrations. Nothing that frightening unfolds; it is almost like a sort of movie or already-completed documentary I am seemingly viewing at times in a sort of “second-hand” way.

Curiously, of all the Big Little Books that were published, a different copy of this is now in our present home (an interesting coincidence) - the only Big Little Book we had found anywhere at that time. When I was little, this title was one of a very large number given to me for Christmas by an older sister who worked at a store and got them cheaper (in fact, almost every Big Little Book that was published at that time - it came in a very large package).

By pure chance, years later, my older sister’s third husband’s name happened to be Corey (the same as in this book).