I think it's cool other people have T-Rex nightmares. I had one once, but it was a skeleton. I must have been 5 or something, but I remember it pretty well. I was in a gala of some sort, and I was near a staircase and a table. This procession of people wearing red and gold and holding fancy parasols and gold vases and stuff came slowly from the staircase, and then a giant (I guess normal sized?) living skeleton of a T-Rex started attacking everyone. I hid under the table, and saw there was a window next to me. I was really afraid, but the T-Rex saw me, and I knew I'd be eaten, so I punched the glass and rolled through. I ran through this weird neighbourhood that was mostly pink and purple, where all the houses were missing their front walls so I could see inside. I found my house, and my dad was washing the car. I figured I should probably do something, so I ran back through the neighbourhood, but before I had returned I saw some kids had chained the T-Rex inside their house and were taming him. I don't really know what the moral of the story is.