I had this dream that my backyard was filled with huge snakes and this wack T-Rex that dug a hole and a was half hanging out of it. I wanted to kill it. The fact that it was a T-Rex made me not. I was pretty freaked out because it felt real. I actually hated it. I hate being stuck in dreams where things happen and they make you nervous or really uncomfortable and you can't make them stop. Those are the kinds of dreams you get mad at when you wake up. I can usually blame a bad dream on the temperature in the room. It wasn't the case today.

Stupid dinosaur and snakes in my backyard. Why can't they be nice productive members of society like the one using the notebook in the picture?