Very poetic, monsieur! And perhaps very true. The monsters in my dreams certainly were human, unless you were one of the silly idealists that I spent my time with. Then they would tell you that the true monster is Capitalism, or The Rich Ignoring the Will of the People, or something else equally ridiculous. But if humans are the monsters, then I guess I should ask the question in a different way. Why do people dream of monsters that do not look like humans?