My dreams are strange. Part of my conscious is always aware that it's a dream, and when things get too tense it just takes over---concocting powers and abilities that allow me to deal with the wagon of ninja clowns or whatever the threat happens to be. Because of this I'm never afraid of nightmares.
But last night I had a dream about being hunted by a Tyrannosaurus Rex in a desert canyon. As usual, just when I was cornered with the T-rex bearing down, my brain flipped the switch and I flew out of there like a rocket. But when I looked back, there was the Tyrannosaurus, soaring over rock formations and bursting through cliffs as it flew after me. And no matter what I did I couldn't stop him. My brain kept coming up with new powers, each of which the T-rex countered with a power of its own. I finally woke up, but I'm still puzzling over my new nemesis, the Super-Sith Rex. Will I run into him again? What could it all mean?