A couple earlier, I dreamed Godzilla was being a big pain in the ass. He was always fighting other giant monsters just outside my house, and sooner or later a giant foot would come smashing through the wall. This had already happened several times. And you couldn't tell him to stop, because he was Godzilla. So I and the other people in the house would just watch through the windows, hoping they wouldn't notice us and try to eat us.
This was somewhere around Pittsburgh, as there were a lot of tree-covered hills. Possibly in Alpine Village, a neighborhood in Monroeville where my friend Bill used to live and have a studio.
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