Title: Dreams.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Jurassic Park. Not even the movie or book.

A/N: This is a short little fic I wrote in my spare time that I thought you might enjoy. Note: It's really short. Also, sorry for any problems with punctuation, ect. I did not use a Beta reader for this.


Sweat was covering her face as she ran. Wet branches tore at her face and thorns scratched her arms. She was tiring easily. Her lungs burned and her legs felt as though they would cave in. She had to keep going. Her chest heaved, trying to get air into her starved lungs. She sees the log ahead and gets ready to jump, but the weakness in her legs overcomes her persistence to keep running, and her feet don't clear the log. She falls. It is only a short fall, but it feels like a lifetime. Angry caws and hoots are getting closer. Her eyes close and she feels the hot breath of her killer.


Lex Murphy jumped out of bed and landed on the floor. Her face was covered in sweat and she had wrapped her blankets all around herself in a cocoon from tossing and turning in her sleep. Her heart was racing as if she had been running from the raptors again. She was in her bedroom in the US, not in the hot, steamy forest of Jurassic Park. She crawled back onto her bed and closed her eyes, trying to get back to sleep. But over and over again, she sees the image of the raptor. It will never leave her memory.