"Ding dong, T. Rex is dead..." Really.

Jan 28, 2004 10:31



So we'd gone back in time for some reason, and the dream opened on the enormous corpse of a Tyrannosaurus Rex, half-buried in mud, in a bit of [insert time period here] swamp-jungle-type-thing. I was standing by its head, and all around it were dwarfs singing, yes, "Ding dong, T. Rex is dead." My friend Scott was surveying the area with a smile, and the next thing I remember is jumping as the ground bubbled up under my feet, just a little. He shouted "Geysers!" and I leaped up to catch a swinging vine above my head, and then swung around out of reach of the geysers - which were made of milk - going "Wheeeeee!" at every swing. While I was doing this the hunters returned, empty-handed, and cutietrol (who was leading them) came and rescued me, grinning at how much fun I'd been having.

We were settling into a companionable chat when the ground really started to heave - we looked around for a source and suddenly realised that it was the Tyrannosaurus Rex, which wasn't dead after all. So we ran away.

I ran down the hill into the house at the bottom of it, which was huge and modern and decorated entirely in cream. (I do mean the colour and not actual cream - in dreams like this I feel I should point such things out.) In the living room I encountered a two-headed llama whose back had inflated so that he was also a balloon, who was reading aloud from a card - "Hello, pretty pants" he said to nobody in particular, and then sang the Pretty Pants song. I left him to it, since he seemed perfectly happy, and went off to see if I could find Scott.

Then I woke up. My head hurts.
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