June 14, 1993 [Jurassic Park]
--But the dinosaurs, the real ones Spielberg has in his movie, are not merely creatures: Neill does something so many have yearned to do when he hugs that triceratops, Laura cooing and making icky faces; and the brontosauruses--or whatever they call them in the movie (and I don't care: they're brontos, and always will be, just like the little blue plastic ones Pete had in his collection)--stately as they pull at treetops; and the fleeing herd graceful as white herons at full tilt--but yes, also scary, just like monsters when the velociraptors hunt the children in the kitchen, ha-ha, dinner almost served.
--But in the dream it's quiet--I know there are dinosaurs because Laura is still running, and she's gaining speed, leaving me behind. I'm not tired, of course, but I slow and stop in the absolutely quiet darkening trees, and suddenly I'm afraid because it's catching up with me--not the velociraptor, that's one I'm not sure I even knew about before the movie. No, it's the T. Rex, the one you fear with an electric shudder that vibrates its way up the back of your head like a clenching hand from millions of years ago and gives you a good piece of advice--Run!--that you haven't forgotten, ever.
--But I don't run, I stand there and hear the prelude of a growl and wake up. Next to me, Jean makes a little noise as I lie there frozen, and it makes me want to jump out of bed--but the dream's logic is still with me, so instead I fall asleep again and find myself in another dream. I can't remember it, except that my car breaks down on a deserted road that curves through a thick forest, also for the moment silent.