T-Rex: Last night I dreamed I was out on a picnic table with all my personal electronics, and this group of kids thought it was a garage sale!
T-Rex: Okay YES I KNOW DREAMS ARE STUPID, but bear with me!
T-Rex: So these kids are picking up my stuff, but suddenly it's not my stuff, it's my friends' stuff, so I can't just give it away. And when I say "it's not for sale", they're grabbing them tighter and saying "Come on, I'm sure it is." So I yell for my friends and when they show up the kids leave, but then they come back... WITH KNIVES.
T-Rex: And THEN, I woke up!
Utahraptor: I thought you said this was a good story!
T-Rex: It is!
T-Rex: THE STORY DOESN'T END THERE. I used IMAGINATION to see what happens next! We defeated the kids using punches, and then you were secretly one kid on another kid's shoulders wearing a Utahraptor suit, so I had to punch you too!
Utahraptor: Huh. I guess I prefer your unconscious mind's stories to your conscious efforts?
T-Rex: My conscious mind says "ouch" but my unconscious says... "hey thanks me too"?! What the hell, unconscious!!
T-Rex: We're ALL on the same team, and you need to stay CONSCIOUS of that!
T-Rex: OH, SICK BURN
Off panel: So, um... I guess I'll talk to you later huh
