Current mood:	awake
Entry tags:	dreams

I HATE YOU T-REX
  I had a hard time sleeping last night. And do you know why?

  It was because of T-rex. :/

  I kept dreaming a T-rex was after me, and every time I woke up I would be like "phew, that's over," but then I'd go back to sleep and it was all t-rex t-rex t-rex t-rex. It was most uncool.

  When the dream started out, I was a young, Latino, hat-less Alan Grant (so... not really Alan Grant at all then) and I actually worked on Isla Nublar, and then John Hammond was like "aw shit you guys, I accidentally let all the dinosaurs out, have fun with that, peace out." Dream was thankfully void of velociraptors this time, but T-rex kept showing up and my/psuedo-Dr. Grant's reaction was to hide under a blanket and hope T-rex wouldn't realize that there was a delicious person under there.

  So I'd wake up, shake it off, and then when I'd close my eyes again I'd have to go through it all over again. Oh, and the T-rexes kept multiplying, so there were always more each time. And even though T-rex is way too big to actually get inside a house, they always managed to anyways, and I would hide under a blanket every time and hope they would overlook me.

  Eventually I was me again, and I was in my house, and mom was like "you're an idiot for hiding under a blanket in the house; next time it comes by you should go out the front door to trick them, and hide in the backyard, and then come around and get back in the house when they start to look in the backyard." WORST PLAN EVER MOM, THANKS. But anyway I did, I ran outside to the backyard and there was a ziggurat out there, so we were like, hey, let's go up to the top, awesome, we'll be safe up there, but duh, T-REXES CLIMB STAIRS so we were totally screwed.

  Hopefully tomorrow night will be blessedly lacking in T-rex.