From childhood, I used to have a recurring dream about being in my bedroom during the day and hearing footsteps growing louder from a distance on my street. I could see through the window that it was a giant approaching, he was maybe 5 stories tall and striding with purpose past my house and then on off into the distance. I was never afraid, because he seemed to have somewhere to be and wasn’t stopping.
YEARS later I was in college and visiting home, and was drifting off to sleep when I heard my mother briskly marching up the stairs to bed. It suddenly hit me, the cadence of the steps was unmistakable- all those years, it had been my mother’s rhythmic footsteps on the stairs that triggered the dream! I don’t recall dreaming of the giant since.