I am living in this small town. Not many people, everyone knows everyone kind of deal. There is an old abandoned property at the top of a hill in the woods. Everyone knows about it and everyone knows that no one lives up there. One night I am with friends at a neighbors house. We hear crashing and screaming a couple of houses down. Something has come smashing through this house. The people claim dinosaur. We claim crazy.
This happens to a couple more houses. All of them they say the same. Dinosaur. Really? The fuck?
Cute new boy shows up in town, right about the time this dinosaur shit seems to start. Hes cute but I don’t immediately jump on it. Don’t know why. Seems a bit strange. Sees me, seems drawn. Comes and talks to me. Seems nice. But I guess everything is not like it seems.
Says he lives at the top of that hill. I say no way. He takes me up there. The place is a mess.
Turns out this boy? Turns into dinosaurs.
And of course, he likes me.
So I steer clear of dinosaur boy. Couple of nights later, here comes a dinosaur plowing through my house. And he straight kidnaps me. Takes me to his little shack at the top of this hill. Days pass and somehow I don’t seem scared. I grow to really like him. So what if he becomes a velociraptor every now and again? It seems we fall in love. Something happens. He disappears. When he does show up, he says I have to go home. He takes me down the hill. I go up to my parents house and I know he is behind me, know that they know it was him. Moment of panic and I think my dad will see me and then him and kill him. I turn around to warn him he is not there. I turn around again my family is freaking, thought I was dead.
I never seem him again. We were in love. Hes not there.
I hear a story about idiot girls at an exhibit. T-rex pops out of nowhere and scares them, then stops moving. Duh of course, its part of the exhibit they say. Then the dinosaur waves and winks and they go running and I think of him.
I wake up and realize I didn’t care that he had this problem with him turning into extinct animals and terrorizing my town.
I had a problem with the fact that he was gone. And I loved him.
This was better when I was unconscious. On paper this seems absurd. Isn’t it always when it is written down?