Jurassic House

So, dinosaurs. As is typical in dreams, where they came from and why we felt the need to grab some dinos and put them in our dwelling space was not clear. I seemed to have some sort of premonitions in this dream. I saw little previews of what was to come. I believe there may have been some orange-red time rip involved.

I believe there were other dinosaurs around, but it begins with the collection of a velociraptor. We decided to take the vicious velociraptor and put him into what was essentially a closet in the upper story. After lifting the pissed off dino in through the roof, I had a vision that a boy and his pet (It was built like a dog except with cobalt skin, a long neck, and flipper like feet.) go into the room beside the closet containing the cretacious creature. The raptor bursts through the wall ( a really nice effect in my dream, there was wood splintering dramatically out and dust plooming) and gobbles down on the blue petasaurus.

So what did I do about this in my dream? Nothing. Jack.I don't remember what I did in between the vision and it happening. I only remember vaguely that things happened. Boring, right?

After the raptor attack happens in real life, panic ensues. The house is in ruins. Kindling and insulation.

I divine an imagine of a pink-haired girl in a room on the second floor. It appears safe. Now I decide to do something about this. A few of us haul over the place and take refuge with the girl. But we must go to get more people. I go out and round up a small crowd, one of which is my mother, to herd to the Pink refuge.

Nearing our destination, we see that this orangey-red business may be dealing in more than just time. There is a lion in the way. Using my crack survival skills, I puff myself up, stretch my arms up, and roar. That's right. AND it works. The lion is confused and backs away. Too bad that behind him are two rhino sized black and white kitties. Luckily my roar has given me power over the lion. He distracts the rhino-kitties by picking a fight.

Now to scale the story standing in the way of us and temporary sanctuary. I go with my two flanking leaders, mom and nameless, and start the accent. It is the bad luck of this dream me to have my same lack of upper body strength. The footing is bad and I cannot make up for it in leg strength. It is slow but I make it along with a few comrades. The rest of the pack has disappeared.

Back inside, the pink haired girl has some software running on her computer to determine the number of dinosaur threats remaining. She is happy to announce there are mostly only veggie dinos left and we are relatively safe. I see us getting mauled in the safe room by raptors, but decide to do nothing again.

It turns out the vision of the petasaurus getting eaten was wrong, the boy got attacked instead. The petasaurus joins our group.

I look over the pink-haired girl's numbers and don't like the numbers. I can't make sense of them, but there is nothing distinctly wrong I can point out. I get a feeling the there are plenty of hungry dinos looking for a tasty human snack.

We begin to settle into the pink-haired girl's place. She is getting dressed up while I putter around a little kitchen. When she parades into the kitchen in a nice dress, an anti-gravity rod comes into the discussion. As imagined, I ask her if she is serious and why she hasn't brought this up? She replies with "How else did you think I got this dress on?" It didn't make sense to me either.

I take the anti gravity rod from her. It is a little, plastic red light saber. Back at the balcony/doorway I test it out on a small set of dogs that has suddenly appeared (Horrible, I know). It works by shining a red light on whatever you point at with the first press, like an aim. On the second press, the object was locked on and begun to float.

I was trying to decide if I should take one of these dogs in, when I realized they all had freaky red eyes. A little creeped out, I was happy to notice a goat. A goat would mean milk even when the power inevitably went out. I locked on, by then a brown wolf popped up from under the house. Mom asked me if it was a Berlin Wolf (huh?). I told her yes and we slunk back in, hoping the tasty goat would appease it.

The power went out, again I bemoan the loss of the goat. But I don't stay in this world long enough to see the raptor attack or determine the flaw in pink-haired girl's algorithm.