So. I think (I’m not sure) that I am afraid of dinosaurs. One of the VERY first dreams I can remember having (not the first, that’s a story for another time) was of waking up in my room at the end of the hall on 7 Red Oak Rd, and hearing a low grumbling coming from outside. I tried to bury my head deeper in the pillow, only to hear the “thump, thump, thump,” of fat feet stomping towards my house. I got out of bed and ran down the hall into the only room that didn’t have windows: the bathroom situated in the middle of the house. I guess it wasn’t a good enough hiding place, though, because after a moment of silence, there was this horrible scratching/tearing sound as a huge dinosaur ripped off the roof of my house, and peered down at me as I sat, shivering, in the bathtub. I have no idea why I remember a dream I had as a 5 year old little girl in so much detail. It was terrifying.
So, flash forward, I don’t know…about 19 years. I’m still having dinosaur dreams. I had a dream about a month ago that made John hug me and say, “I love you. You are so weird.”
I was standing at the back of a large room filled with people. The room was kind of like an amphitheater, you know, at a slant. I was standing at the back near the door, at the very top of the steps. Below me there were hundreds of seats, all facing an enormous glass wall. Behind the glass there was a ton of fog, and I think, not sure, but think I was lecturing on whatever was behind the glass. There was a little dog to the right of my podium. All of a sudden, a red light started flashing on my podium. I thought to myself, “Holy Crap,” and proceeded to try and get everyone out of the room. I was terrified, but had no idea why. I think my dream self knew why I should be terrified, but my awake self was new to this whole situation, and had NO idea what to expect. SO, I grabbed the little dog and ran out the door behind me. As much as I yelled and screamed, no one listened to me or acted like they wanted to go anywhere. I was forced to leave them all to whatever doom lurked behind the glass. The glass wall started to rise and all of a sudden, T-Rexes and red, electric guitars with teeth were escaping from behind the glass and attacking the people in the room. I couldn’t do anything but sit and watch them all die- holding somebody’s weird little dog and listening to it whine.
Ok, so fast forward again…two nights ago. I dream that I’m camping with Brigid (a girl I went to Scranton with) and we find this weird house to spend the night in. There are lots of beds in one room, and I go in to find us two close together. Keep in mind, I’m still getting married- so I’m trying to find a place to put all the stuff I brought with me: my wedding dress, makeup, clothes for Maine, shampoo and shower stuff, etc. As I’m looking for a spot to stash my stuff, I see something moving under the bed I chose to claim. The bottom of the bedspread is pushed out, and then pulled in, and I hear a little tapping noise. I go closer to look (for some reason I think it’s a bug) and as I lean down to lift up the side of the blanket, a tiny, mini-poodle-sized raptor leaps out and attempts to attack my leg. The thing is vicious. I look over and find John’s iron skillet thing that we keep in the cupboard (handy, huh?) and bring it down on the top of the mini-dinosaur. Having never smashed anything bigger than a cricket, I was pretty grossed out. I just sat there, freaked out and sad, and wondering how I got so off course to find myself camping a few days before my wedding, anyway.
The only reason I bring this up is because I’ve never felt like I was afraid of dinosaurs. And yet, in all my scariest dreams, there they are. Weird, huh?
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