The weirdest dreams I have are always of being in a moving oil painting, usually expresionist style like Monnet. If you've ever seen what dreams may come you'll know what I'm talking about.

In this particular dream I was standing in a field of purple grass that was swaying gently in a breeze. Behind me was a dark forest and ahead of me on the distant horizon was a tower made of discarded rubber tires. From behind me came the impact tremors of something huge making its way towards me, the sound of it scenting the air was like a giant cat breathing. I took off for the distant tower and had only made it about a third of the way when a trex broke free of the forest. Seeing me running he gave chase. I made it to the tower of tires with inches to spear. The Rex started rooting through them trying to get to me. When he suddenly lifted his head and scented the air, with a look of fear he ran for the forest.

A group of rapters meanwhile lifted their heads above the grass line and looked me square in the eye. I sild backwards deeper into the tires while they gave chase. I was able to evade them for most of the day when they decided to light the tires on fire. I didn't survive.

The next dream was of taking a bath I had the curtains pulled closed and the light was on when suddenly I noticed the silhouette of a raptor with a box in its hands. He pulled back the shower curtain and dropped a toaster in the tub. It ended with him laughing manicly while I fried. This happened when they released the previews for jurrasic park 3, where grant tells everyone that the raptors have learned to set traps.