sharks and omens

So I had the recurrent zombie T-rex nightmare again. Only this time he stuck his whole head in through the garage door, twined his tongue around the leg of my sister’s chair and pulled it inch by inch toward his snapping jaws (no joke). She escaped at the last second. I awoke to the sound of my tortoise ramming her water dish against a rock (which, in my sleep-sodden delirium sounded distinctly like a chair being eaten by a tyrannosaur) and, too tired to get up, I fell back into lucid dreaming with the single thought “I’ll lead him to the pond… that’s where MegaShark lives!!” … I think this forecasts a good, or at least creative, writing day…

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