I had two repeat dreams as a child, all because I watched too much Jurassic Park and Free Willy.
Anyway.
The first one was a nightmare where my dad, my brothers, and I were hiding around my house from a T-Rex (that fit) and I remember always trying to hide in my toy box. My dad would get us out of the house and drive us to this grocery store. The grocery store had this conveyor belt that went into a curtained room, and I would pull the curtains back and walk in to just find the belt going toward a machine. I’d turn around to leave but the curtains were turned to cement so I’d be stuck in there until I woke up.
(The last time I had this dream, my dad gets us out of the house and my mom pulls up on this motor cycle like “Hop on!”. I jump on and she takes us down this cul-de-sac in our neighborhood where all the neighbors threw up ropes and took the t-Rex down, saving the day).
The second was this weird one where I’d walk down onto this beach. The hue of the dream was very blue, and there would be orca whales beaching themselves up onto the sand as if they were trying to get close to me. I’d walk along and have this very sorrowful feeling, but I couldn’t pin point why. I’d eventually walk up higher to this cottage and random things would happen.
Man. What the hell kinda kid was I?