Night of August 29, 1971. Sunday.

A dinosaur (possibly a small Ornithomimosaur or Ornithomimus) that is only about as tall as I am, and of which I had originally thought of as an “ostrich dinosaur”, is running back and forth in the hallway of my Cubitis home, trying to get into one of two rooms, the bathroom and the closet. I feel sort of sorry for it (regarding either its confusion of indecision) but stay out of its way (and it does not become aware of me or at least act as such). There is no threat of any kind.

I think this was likely influenced by an old black-and-white cartoon (Betty Boop? - not sure) which showed a kangaroo going to the door of a passenger plane (as it was flying) and going back and sitting down again. I am not sure, as I did not write down all the details originally.