Last night I dreamed I was at a science museum of some kind meandering through various exhibits with friends.  All was pleasant except for the part where my companions and I were avoiding dinosaurs – trying not to become mid-morning snacks. (It seems two T-rexes had escaped and were looking for lunch.)

I shared this dream with dd14 this morning concluding with, “I don’t know why I dreamed about dinosaurs, I haven’t watched Jurassic Park lately.”

        “Well,” she replied, "I was telling you about that story “Sound of Thunder” we read in school; it was about dinosaurs.”

        I contemplated that explanation for a few minutes looking for some meaning to the dream deeper than a book synopsis running through my brain.  I used to have reoccurring dreams about tornadoes – usually when I was under stress. Then it hit me – lately I’ve been anxious over the possibility of purchasing a new (at least new to me) car that gets better gas mileage than my van. I’ve been spending hours researching vehicles on the internet and visiting dealerships with DH.

Is it possible….the science museum was really a car lot where I just wanted to look around undisturbed?  (If you’ve ever been car shopping you know what I mean.) Could those dinosaurs be car salesmen in disguise? (No offense intended to those car salesmen out there.)

        Alas, my alarm went off before I could go to the gift shop, so I don’t know if I made a purchase or not.

        I’ll write more later…if I don’t get eaten!

        ~ Drewe Llyn