Of family reunions and raptors...

[child_of_the_air]

I had a number of really weird dreams last night. The weirdest might have been the one set in my late maternal grandparents' old house (which was sold a decade ago).

My mom's family was having a family reunion of some sort, which was complicated by the fact that I had three raptors (somewhere between Deinonychus and Utahraptor in size) as somewhere between pets and guests. They could speak English, but acted like very carnivorous small children, and they were weirdly featherless. They slept in a nest in the back yard, but hung around inside the house, and I was having a really hard time keeping them from eating me or any of my relatives.

I suppose this was related to my upcoming trip to a family reunion in Kentucky for the Fourth of July? It's concerning, though perhaps not surprising, that I associate the stress of seeing Trump-supporting relatives on their home turf with being at risk of being eaten alive by carnivores my size.

On a side note, I'm a little embarrassed that my subconscious still hasn't gotten the message about therapods having feathers.