By far, the strangest for me, is the dream where I'm a dinosaur-ranch-hand.
My job is to ride around on the back of a miniature tyrannosaurus, round up cattle, and shoot them (with a rifle) for slaughter. I'm a lousy shot, and keep wounding the cows instead of killing them, which drives the others cows (and nearby wild mini-tyrannosaurs) into a frenzy. I have a special, high frequency air-horn to drive off the wild tyrannosaurs, which is only partially effective. My own dinosaur-steed keeps trying to eat the fallen cattle.
My suggestions to management that we stop shooting the cows in the open grasslands, and instead corral them into chutes falls on deaf ears, and I am continually dispatched, on the back of a dinosaur, to shoot cows.
The worst part? This is a recurring dream.
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