Fix'd III: Dinosaurs
Earl gasped for air - it was dark. He knew by her breath that his wife Fran lay beside him. It was so cold not a moment ago, cold and desperate. Frightened, he clumbered out of the bed and looked outside - the flowers in his back yard shone in the dim moon light; alive and most assuredly unfrozen. The mighty megalosaurus breathed a hefty sigh of relief, as tears flowed down his cheeks.
Fran stirred, yawned, and said "Earl, what ever are you doing awake?"
"Nothin', Franny. Just a bad dream."
"Aw, sweetheart," she rose from the bed and embraced her husband, "tell me all about it."
"I don't wanna talk about it Fran, and - oh, it was terrible! I dreamt that Mr Richfield caused the extinction of the bunch beetles and then made matters progressively worse through a series of ludicrous schemes until he destroyed the world."
"Oh honey you know that can't be so - Mr Richfield died of a heart attack last week, remember? See, he can't destroy the world."
Full recollection creeped in, and he laughed, "Leave it to the old sociopath to haunt my dreams from beyond the grave, eh"
Fran laughed too. Soon they went back to sleep. The night passed, a new day dawned, and the sun's loving arms embraced the verdant landscape.
