This scene came at the very end of a long dream that involved me and people I know being chased from our houses in the Highlands. It's the only part that I can remember clearly.
Crouching in what appeared to be a tall but narrow chicken coop that I kept outside the back door of my house, I examined two tiny dinosaurs -- compsognathi -- that I owned. They were quite beautiful, but the more I looked at them, the more they looked like animatronic models. A disembodied voice from somewhere above me asked if they might eat each other, and I said, "Well, they're about the size of lizards and lizards will eat other lizards if they're hungry enough, so I suppose so." Then, the disembodied voice said, "Didn't you used to have more of them?" True enough, I thought. Where had they gone? I scrabbled through the straw on the floor and found one of them, which scurried into a corner. I was somehow aware that the rest , which must have escaped, had subsequently been eaten.
Notes for Freudian Interpretation
I'm reading John Prebble's "The Highland Clearances", which has a lot of information about the meagre livestock that the Highlanders lived off but contains virtually nothing about dinosaurs.