I opened my "eyes". I was a baby dakotaraptor striding behind my parents with my siblings, like a flock of ducks. My parents would hunt and provide for me, I thought. Nurture me until I was strong enough to fend for myself. Maybe even love me, in their own simplistic dinosaur way. About a minute later, I stood, slack-jawed, as a larger raptor tore them to pieces while my brothers, sisters and I watched.