Rowdy’s Dream Blog #88

I live on a moored houseboat.

I live on a moored houseboat. One morning hundreds of frogs emerge from the ocean, each one apparently trying to swallow another's leg. They land on all the decks and windows. My girlfriend G and I step gingerly onto the beach. Amid the boiling frogs we watch as two large, grey dinosaurs emerge from the depths. They are viciously fighting and biting each other. G stands in frozen awe. Suddenly they pause and take notice of her. I yell for her to run. I can't look...