True Story, Sort Of

We all, or at least I think we all, have bizarre dreams sometimes. Generally, they go unremembered. Yet sometimes they stick with you.

Last night I dreamed that I was in my front hall with a Tyrannosaurus Rex. Only it was a miniature one, about four and a half feet tall. I was still scared. But then a voice yelled to me, I don't whose voice or wherefrom it came, "Put a chokehold around its snout before it breathes fire!" I didn't know T-Rexes could breathe fire but, dreams, right?

I got the mini-monster in a chokehold. "Now throw it out the door!" I looked over and the door was open, so I tossed it out the door bodily. The animal landed nose down in the hostas next to our sidewalk.

The T-Rex didn't like that. It fought its snout free and leaped back towards the house. I slammed the door shut, but the dinosaur busted through the stained glass window which made up the top half of it. By then it was mad but couldn't move, stuck among the shards of colored glass.

"I have an air cannon!" shouted another voice. And right at my feet was an air cannon. Whatever that is, anyway, for I don't know that such a thing exists. "It only fires air, but that will blow the thing back out into the yard," I was assured.

As we aimed the device, I realized the T-Rex was then stuck in the bottom of the door, which was impressive because that part of the door is oak. Hardwood like that I don't think even a miniature T-Rex could burst through. The stained glass was fine. How, I don't know. Dreams, right? 

It took four shots, but the fourth one blew the T-Rex back into the yard. Then it jumped up and began running down the street, yelping like a dog. It sounded pretty much like a beagle. The guy with the air cannon started after it with a crossbow. Every time he fired an arrow it would hit the T-Tex, which would leap up and yelp exactly like Yogi Bear would when he'd get hit in the butt with an arrow in the old cartoons. The animal would try to reach around to the wounds with its arm, but T-Rexes arms are short, right, so he couldn't get to the arrows.

They were quickly out of sight. Then I thought, I'd better fix the door. But it was fixed. How? I don't know. Dreams, right?

There you have it. A genuine dream. Let's see Sigmund figure that one out.