GODAWFUL DREAM

Well, there were all kinds of details like me going back to college, my friend Jeremy running into my bathroom (looking like he did when I was in college,) and weird stuff like that. But the crux of the dream is this:

Dinosaurs were doing their whole "roaming the earth" thing again. Of note: I often dream of being chased by the T. Rex. No, not the awesome 70's band whose entire catalog of albums I still own, but the actual dinosaur. These dreams scare the everloving Christ out of me every time. The T Rex is always, well, as huge as they probably were, and like in Jurassic Park, their vision is based on movement in all of my dreams and I always have to fight the urge to run while one is breathing in my face.

So the earth was being taken over by dinosaurs in my dream, and there was epic, blockbuster mayhem like city blocks destroyed, fires, cars crushed, floods, it was biblical.

I was running away from a T Rex (duh,) when I saw a brontosaurus standing in the middle of the road with its foot on top of a car. Someone shouted to me that water killed them, so I needed to get a hose and stick it in its mouth. This I somehow managed to do. I ran past the brontosaurus and I stuck a hose in its mouth, then I ran away.

As I was running, I was thinking, "That brontosaurus wasn't really doing anything but standing there; I think it had its foot on the car by accident." I started to feel really bad.

Then the brontosaurus called after me, "Mama?" and it started making all these baby animal noises.

My heart totally broke and I went running back to turn the water off, but by the time I got there the brontosaurus was dead.

So, yeah, I woke up bawling my stupid eyes out.

GODAWFUL DREAM

Well, there were all kinds of details like me going back to college, my friend Jeremy running into my bathroom (looking like he did when I was in college,) and weird stuff like that. But the crux of the dream is this:

Dinosaurs were doing their whole "roaming the earth" thing again. Of note: I often dream of being chased by the T. Rex. No, not the awesome 70's band whose entire catalog of albums I still own, but the actual dinosaur. These dreams scare the everloving Christ out of me every time. The T Rex is always, well, as huge as they probably were, and like in Jurassic Park, their vision is based on movement in all of my dreams and I always have to fight the urge to run while one is breathing in my face.

So the earth was being taken over by dinosaurs in my dream, and there was epic, blockbuster mayhem like city blocks destroyed, fires, cars crushed, floods, it was biblical.

I was running away from a T Rex (duh,) when I saw a brontosaurus standing in the middle of the road with its foot on top of a car. Someone shouted to me that water killed them, so I needed to get a hose and stick it in its mouth. This I somehow managed to do. I ran past the brontosaurus and I stuck a hose in its mouth, then I ran away.

As I was running, I was thinking, "That brontosaurus wasn't really doing anything but standing there; I think it had its foot on the car by accident." I started to feel really bad.

Then the brontosaurus called after me, "Mama?" and it started making all these baby animal noises.

My heart totally broke and I went running back to turn the water off, but by the time I got there the brontosaurus was dead.

So, yeah, I woke up bawling my stupid eyes out.