Do Dinosaurs Dream? — Susan Hart

 Pale morning light crept across the arid wastelands of the Uinta Basin. A battered jeep careened over a tumble of stone, lurching to halt beneath the skeletal shadow of an outcrop. Four figures tumbled out—scientists, sunburned and wild-eyed, boots caked with the diamond dust of ancient deserts.The first, Dr. Evelyn Markham, peered at the sediment-sliced cliff with the gleam of obsession. Her grad student, Lyle, hoisted a tripod for gigapixel photography, while their intern, Rosa, wrestled armfuls of sample bags in a losing battle against the wind.Today is the day, Markham murmured, more to herself than the others. There's something under this ridge. It's not just more eggs.She meant the fossilized clutch they'd spent the week unearthing—five enormous dinosaur eggs, each in a different stage of fossilization, all cradled in prehistoric silt. Already, the geological clockwork of the site had set the academic world buzzing. But Markham was not satisfied with mere notoriety; she hungered for paradigm shifts.