ET- Effecting Dreams

The child sat up, blinking, then cheerfully put her legs over the side of the bed. “I was dreaming about the pervert, Mommy.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “He had a long, funny neck and big, bulging eyes . . .”

  “Was he wearing a raincoat?”

  “He wasn’t wearing anything.”

  It certainly sounds like a pervert, thought Mary, but she couldn’t slow down for further speculation. “Time for breakfast. You go and help Michael.”
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She dried off—and a dream of the recent night rose out of her morning fog: a dream about a man, but a very short man, with an enormous potbelly and a funny, waddling walk.

  Must be the pervert.

- E.T. the Extra-Terrestrial in His Adventure on Earth, chapter 4