As I was running one of my standard nightmares – T-Rex chasing me through rubble – I realized that I was really his nightmare—last stupid mammal, can’t catch the darned thing…FRUSTRATION!.
So I holed up and asked him “Hey, why don’t we team up and pick on whoever it was that stuck us in each other’s nightmares?”
He said “I might, but I’m pretty sure it was you, you batherder*!”
*not positive he called me a batherder, but that was what it sort of sounded like….


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Amusing. I've never had such a dream. Interesting!
Then I'm frightened and ask for rehire (which I do get). Weird.
. I suspect the leftover submarine dreams are the final subconcious check before deleting old, complex proceedures no longer in use.
I called out to Mr. T-Rex to stop, don't eat us, we hadn't done anything wrong!
