Short Little Arms

So, I have recurring nightmares. Only, they're not your standard recurring nightmares. When most people think of recurring nightmares, they think of having the same nightmare over and over again. My recurring nightmares are always different except for one, major, similarity in them: T-Rex.

Yep, T-Rex, the prehistoric dinosaur. T-rex, the giant man-eating beast that died out millions of years ago. That T-Rex. He's always chasing me, always finds me. He can sniff me out no matter where I'm hiding.

Last night I had another T-Rex dream. Me and my lesbian girlfriend (I don't know, weird dream) were running around trying to find places where T-Rex couldn't find us.

Eventually, we ended up in a boat, which is a new one for my nightmares (so is being a lesbian). Turns out, T-Rex can't swim. At least he can't according to my sub-conscious. Those short little arms are not conducive to swimming. Not even the doggie paddle.