The last time I posted one of these, I found myself pretty amused by the way my dreams tend to play out.
Here's a real life, early morning conversation-
Me: I had a dream I had a pet baby dinosaur and he could kind of talk.
Greg: Really? What kind of dinosaur?
Me: Like a T.Rex hybrid or something.
Greg: What did he say?
Me: Well, he was sleeping in my bed, like a dog*, and then he was all "go potty!" So I let him outside. It was kind of cool. A dinosaur pet that is potty trained...
Greg: Maybe he represented Jack?
Me: Nah, because after he did his dino business in the yard, he climbed the neighbors fence and chased their cat.......maybe it DID represent Jack...
* I like how I specified that the dinosaur was sleeping in my bed, like a dog, in the event that one might assume I was having relations with a dinosaur. I can't go about my business knowing people may be thinking I fornicate with prehistoric creatures. I can't rest on that.