nocturnal nonsense

I had a bizarre dream last night where I was a scientific advisor on the sequel to ‘Jurassic World.’ It was being directed by that bloke with the beard (not Spielberg, or Lucas, but the skinny one with the face like a stretched skeleton)
He kept having a go at me because every shot was costing at least a million dollars, and I couldn’t tell him the difference between a Velociraptor and a Utahraptor.
I just kept saying “I’m a physicist mate, not a paleontologist, I’ve been telling you that since the day we started filming.”
In the end he threw me off the boat we were filming on and I was left bobbing about in the open sea while the boat disappeared into the distance. All I could think to myself was “Philippa is going to be so angry I lost my surfboard.”
Madness.

RC 8-9-15