My Sister Hunted Dinosaurs

Last night, I dreamed that my sister Stefanie and I were riding horses when she wheeled off on her mount to go hunt the dinosaurs that roamed across the land. We were not close to any cities, and the hills reminded me of what I think Ireland would look like. The dinosaurs she sought were varied: the T-Rex, the now-debunked Brontosaurus from our childhood books, the Stegosaurus. I remember feeling fretful that she was endangering herself, and each time she’d leave, she’d be gone longer. But she was trying to keep us safe and there was nothing I could do to stop her.