Dreaming of Jurassic Park

Just call me Booney, I swear, he used to dream about Jurassic Park every other night. Well, I'm in the club now. There's nothing else like waking up realizing you were just hiding from velociraptors in an abandoned warehouse where the air handlers have malfunctioned making it 100+ degrees and 70% humidity. Somewhere between rappelling down the catwalks and running down the crate filled corridors I thought about the absurdity of these giant beasts tracking me down. I wish they would have an existential meltdown and just disappear.

Booney, I hope you read this because we're now partners in dream, next time you should be my companion and bring something good to the dinosaur hunting party in the next dream. Something other than the flashlights that I had to defend myself with last night.