A World Of Dinosaurs

I dreamed about an apocalyptic world brought about by the resurfacing of dinosaurs.

In my dream last night, there weren't as many people left in the world, and those who were left, remained indoors and in hiding. When dinosaurs were near, they had to stay very quiet so as not to be heard by the dinosaurs.

There were dinosaurs of all types, triceratops, stegosaurus, tyranosaurus rex, brontosaurus and others. They roamed the world freely, destroying buildings and whole cities without blinking an eye.

They reacted to spotting a human in the way that humans would sometimes react to seeing a spider; they would run over and try to stomp the human to death. If they heard humans or other sounds coming from within houses or buildings, they destroyed the building in a fierce rage.

I was in a home in the country, living quietly with my children and my husband. We had an underground shelter with a hidden entrance that we could use in an emergency. We grew our own vegetables and had chickens in a chicken coup for eggs and occasionally chicken to eat.

But we needed fruit. The kids were going to become deficient in vitamin C, and it would take too long for the fruit trees we planted to grow. One of us needed to go out and find some cans of food with fruit that might be leftover in empty houses or no-longer-used stores.

I convinced my husband that he needed to be the one staying home to protect the children in case something happened while I was away, and that I would go find food for us. He didn't like it, but he eventually saw my reasoning was sound.

I packed a backpack with some necessities and set out. I had traveled far when a man came running by me. He turned to me as he ran by and yelled, "Run!"

I immediately felt the rumbling, ground-shaking sensation that told me a dinosaur was coming. I ran and soon had passed him by. The kids, my husband and I had been training for speed for quite some time now, so very few could outrun any of us.

He pointed toward a small dotting of houses in the distance. We both found cover in a small group of very dense trees and waited. When not one dinosaur but two, both triceratops, ran by, we waited longer. The tirceratops slowed and looked around. We held our breath. The tirceratops seemed to lose interest in the chase and wandered off. We waited more. After a long time had passed, we traveled together to the houses in the distance.

When we got to the houses, we found there were two groups of people. One group appeared to be people very much like me, parents with children, who hoped for a better future to be found someday but were just trying to survive for now.

The other group was mostly men. They had lots of weapons and they drank a lot. I didn't like the lustful way some of them looked at me and decided to join the other group until it was safe to move on, find some food and get back to my family. Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way. I didn't get a choice.

A large group of dinosaurs showed up, as if policing the area. The ground shook with their arrival, and they were bulldozing over several random houses using their bodies. The group of people like me ran back to their safe house, and one of the men from the other group grabbed me and pulled me with them to their safe house.

While we waited, trying to stay quiet, one of them grabbed my butt. I grabbed his hand and twisted it up and backward so that his wrist was pulled almost out of its socket. I whispered forcefully to him that he should never touch me. He whimpered and backed away as I let his arm go.

I heard two men discussing the things they'd like to do with me, things that were disgusting and would not bear repeating. I knew I had to get away. I decided I'd rather be stomped to death by a dinosaur.

One of them tried to grab me as I slipped out the door. I kicked him in the nuts and went out as he crumpled to the ground. There were no dinosaurs nearby, so I continued away from the small formation of houses and back into the fields and open stretches of land I had been traveling before.

I rose up a small hill and looked back at the houses. I could see the dinosaurs moving about next to the houses still. I wasn't sure how I had gotten out without being seen by them. I watched as two of the dinosaurs started ramming themselves against some houses. People ran out of one. Most of them were crushed to death, but a few made it to the other safe house, the one I had gotten away from. The dinosaurs saw them go there and followed to attack that house.

After watching the destruction that occurred there, I didn't think anyone could be left alive. I was about to move on, but I remembered the children I had seen. What if one of those small children had somehow survived the attack? I couldn't leave without checking for survivors.

I waited throughout the night until the last dinosaur had moved on and no dinosaurs were left in sight for miles around. Then I headed back to the now-ruined houses. I searched the rubble. I found body after body. I wanted to vomit when I found the body of a toddler, but after a while, and after finding dead body after dead body, it was as if my mind shut down for a bit and I just continued searching, immune to the crushed bodies all around me and to the smell that was filling my nostrils with decay and rot.

I finally stood, ready to give up, and that's when I heard the cry. It was the cry of a baby, a new baby. I recognized the sound. It was the cry babies make until they are about three months old. I followed the sound and found a fridge on its side. I opened it and inside it had been emptied out and a girl of about four was laying down, huddled and holding a baby that looked like it was two or three weeks old. They would have suffocated in the airtight fridge if I hadn't returned to look for survivors. I guessed that there parents had thought that would be better for them than being stomped to death.

The little girl was frightened. The baby was dressed in pink and wrapped in a pink blanet, so I assumed it was girl too. I told her the toddler she was safe and asked her to stay where she was, holding the baby, while I found some food. I dug through the debris again, this time to find food. I found two cans of infant formula and a couple of unbroken baby bottles after a while. I continued searching until I found some bottled water and the cans of fruit that I had originally come out to find. I packed everything away in my backpack after making up a bottle for the baby. I fed the baby and then continued on my way home, bringing the toddler and the baby with me.

I woke up from the dream before I arrived back home, but I had the feeling before I woke that we would make it.



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Relatives & Aliens

Last night, I dreamed that the whole world had been taken over by aliens. The aliens looked human except for their glowing red eyes and the fact that they were all, every single one of them, muscular and tall. Most of humanity had been massacred when the aliens first arrived on the planet and there was only a small population of us left. We constituted the resistance, and we battled in skirmishes all over to try and evict the aliens from our planet. Robert and I were a team, fighting for freedom and protecting our children.

Our very small community of survivors got together for regular meetings. During one of the meetings, I noticed a couple of men who were taller than my 6'8" tall husband. Looking up so I could see their faces, I realized that they both looked like they could be Robert's brothers. They were younger than Robert, but other than that, they were very similar in looks to each other and to him. Seeing them was like seeing glimpses of Robert when he was younger. I spoke to them, but although they were American, they weren't very friendly. I was certain that they must be relatives of his, even if very distant relatives.

The meeting broke up and Robert and I had to take our kids home through rough terrain. We were climbing down into a drainage ditch in order to cross it and climb up the other side when I woke from my dream.

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Sleeping In The Park

I had another strange dream last night.

In the dream, I woke up on a bench in the park in the early morning hours. As I was trying to figure out how I had ended up asleep at the park, I noticed that I was holding the dogs lead in my right hand, but there was no sign of our dog Mercury anywhere.

It was starting to dawn on me that I had fallen asleep while taking the dog for his late night walk when my 8 year old daughter Gabby ran up to me. Apparently she had been on the walk with me, and I had fallen asleep, leaving her unprotected all night!

The strangeness of all of this ocurred to me, and I tried to make sense of how any of this could have happened. I had been tired lately, but I would never fall asleep at the park, not while having my 8 year old daughter with me and not while walking our dog. I couldn't make sense of any of it. Why would I have my daughter on the walk with me when this walk was usually well past her bedtime?

My daughter Gabby told me that she had been throwing Mercury's ball for him and he had just run off. I still puzzled over the whole thing. Why hadn't Gabby woken me up? Surely she must have been scared during the night. Why wouldn't she wake me?

Regardess of how none of this made sense, we needed to find our dog, so Gabby and I started searching for him and calling him. At the end of the park, there was a cafe, so we went inside and asked anyone there if they had seen him, but no one had. (There is not really a cafe at the end of the park, but in the dream, there was one.) We walked and walked, looking for Mercury, calling his name out loudly. Several times, people brought dogs over to us that looked like him, but on closer inspection, none of the dogs turned out to be him.

Eventually, while my dream self was still out looking for Mercury and wondering why my husband hadn't come looking for me yet, I woke up for real and felt relieved.

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Teaching Photography

Last night's dream started with Robert and I attending a class on photography. There were only about 20 students in the class including ourselves. After the first 10 minutes of class had passed, the instructor realized that Robert and I (especially Robert) knew more about photography than he did, so he asked us to take over the lessons.

Robert and I began teaching the class different techniques and demonstrating the techniques by taking photos that would show on a large screen on the wall. Roberts' photos were coming out stunning. Everyone was impressed. But mine were coming out blurred and messed up no matter how hard I tried to get them right. And even when I knew the shot and technique were perfect, they still weren't coming out right.

Then Robert woke me up because one of our children was crying and the dream ended.


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Giggling Ghost Baby

I haven't had any dreams that I remember well enough to share here lately, so I thought I'd share a dream a friend had recently.


My friend Helen tells me that she never remembers her dreams, but she had one last week that really stuck with her and she said she remembers it vividly. It creeped her out.

She dreamed she was in the bathroom, and something invisible picked her up and slammed her against the wall hard. Then she saw and felt a baby on her shoulder. It was a ghost baby because it was definitely not alive, and it was rocking and bouncing and giggling. It tried to tell her its name by babbling and pointing at something. She tried to guess its name but was wrong (and she can't remember what she guessed). She woke up without finding out the baby's name.

She said the whole thing was really creepy.




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