Last night I had another dinosaur dream. I dreamed I was with two people that time traveled to the past and lived in a large compound. In this dream I was my making my first jump to the past and was being shown around by the others. The opening scene I shifted from now to then and sat with two other people at a table outside. Behind these two I saw a T. Rex approaching and then watched the monster rushed up, opened its mouth to consume one of my companions, and was surprised when it bit down on an invisible barrier. The other two had completely ignored Mr. T. Then the scene shifted to teenagers sneaking out of the back of the compound to where there were no barriers. The tension in the dream increased as I woke up.
Coming out of REM sleep into consciousness I was amazed at the clarity of the dream, and it’s movie like structure. It had been so vivid and fluid as if my dream projector had upgraded to high definition. In recent years I’ve been noticing that my dreams are more story like, as if my many MFA writing classes helped my mind at an unconscious level.
I’ve been dreaming about dinosaurs since I was four years old, which is odd because I don’t remember learning about dinosaurs until I went to grade school. We had television back in 1955-56, so I probably saw something that struck a chord with my dream programming and it implanted a subroutine that pops up every year or two. I still remember that first dinosaur dream, although it’s very vague. In this dream people were slaves to dinosaurs and we worked in a pit cleaning up dinosaur shit. What would Freud do with that?
Dinosaur dreams are scary dreams, although after childhood they quit being nightmares and just turned into action adventures with lots of thrills. The plot of these dreams basically deal with running and avoiding being eaten, which could be a metaphor for lots of things. I’ve been thinking about global warming again, so maybe last night’s T. Rex stood in for it.
A common story is being in a house or large building and having the dinosaurs trying to reach in through the windows to get me and others King Kong style. The theme is always big versus little, and I really identified with William Tenn’s classic 1968 novel, Of Monsters and Men, where giant aliens have invaded Earth and humans live like mice. I’ve even had some alien dreams like that.
Normally in my dreams when people-size bad things try to get me I kill them in horribly ways, but not in dinosaur dreams. I suppose they represent things too big to kill. It sure would be thrilling to whip out a RPG and send a grenade into Mr. Rex’s big mouth and watch it’s head explode into bits. Evidently my inner computer figures global warming can’t be solved that way.
I wonder, do other people have dinosaur dreams. I’ve never met anyone who told me about one, nor have I read a book that mentions them. Even though they are a bit scary I enjoy my occasional dino rerun.