DINOSAUR RANCH DREAM

I have been tired. As ever, I have trouble sleeping. Doubly so here in Cleveland, in a strange environment. I walk through many of my days in a sort of waking dream. As spoken in the movie version of Fight Club, "When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake." This is a condition to which I have become accustomed, having suffered from it for many years. I am often renergized by the excitement of my experience in Cleveland but I fear the sleep deprivation may be taking a toll on my work, though. Ever hopeful, I try again tonight.

I did get to have a cool dream, though. It was short but fun.

I was a ranch hand on a Dinosaur farm. We had a few hadrosaurs scattered about, grazing quietly on the plains. I rested comfortably on a woven grass cot in a basic shack structure with a strand of long grass hanging from my mouth.

A slow rolling rumble began to form from the distance. I rose from my bunk and looked out a small open window portal. Over the hilly rise in thge distance, flanked by a cloud of dust and flying twigs and branches... a sight that froize me in my reverie and chilled my heart until it could only seek warmth in my throat. A dinosaur stampede.

I dropped down and turned away from the window as if it would actually stop the stampede from happening. The roar only became louder. I looked out the window once again to confirm the doom; surely, the entire ranch would be destroyed and everyone with it. The dino herd broke through the stupid typical crooked wooden fence. But when they did, they underwent an amazing transformation.

They became cows. And they calmed right down and grazed.