*. . . . in which i am at home when a man in a gorilla suit rings the doorbell . . . i can see them through the clear glass of the door . . . i am busy doing something, perhaps on the phone to a friend, but i try to indicate that i want them to go away by gesturing . . . he does so, but returns shortly . . . he has something for me . . . i dismiss him again, but he keeps coming back . . . i become afraid and try to yell at him to go away, as i seem to remember this happening before as a child in a clairvoyant dream, but i am unable to make the sounds, as if paralyzed, and he persists . . . my fear intensifies and i am eventually able to wrest myself by shouting out, unintelligibly, go away! go away! . . . *
gorilla suit