My house is an L-shape, with the left side of the L facing South. The front porch is on the inside of the L, between the Southern part and the Eastern part. We have a pool just ten yards from the Western point of our house, and on the South side of our house, there is a large hill that extends straight East and West. For West-side, it curves around North and back around East, forming a valley that we sit halfway up from. Straight West of our house is a sort-of flat area, that's hilly but doesn't all slope in one direction like the rest of the valley.

I'm struggling up my front porch's steps, trying to get inside. They're actually unusually small steps, which I can easily take two or three at a time, but in this dream, each step feels like a mountain I must climb. I look to the my left- the wall of the western side of the eastern part of my house. I look right, and see the northern side of the South part of the house, and farther away, our pool, and in the distance, all the hills seem to curve into one, forming a single large hill that slopes gently down into an incline, before coming right back up to the grassy area around our pool.

At the top of this hill stands a T-Rex. It opens it mouths; it roars, but I hear nothing. I feel horribly scared, trembling, as if it actually had roared, and I rush even faster up my mountainous 6-inch steps. The T-Rex, out of the corner of my eye, starts stomping towards me, its footsteps clearly audible as they shake the ground like an earthquake.

The steps are endless; surely I will die. I feel as if my heart will burst, and finally! I am at my door. I throw open the glass door, and push past the thicker wooden door just beyond, and slam them both closed. I rush up the stairs- for I am on a landing, halfway between the upper story of the 2-story house, and the lower story of the 2-story house, and head up to the "Upstairs." I rush from room to room, trying to find a room that doesn't have a window- because every time I walk into a room, I feel the quakes, the rumbling growls of the T-Rex, and I see its skin move before the window. I always escape the room before its eye looks through the clear glass, but I always know where he is, what's he's seeing, what I'd see if I peeked.

And finally, the T-Rex roars, and it feels like I'm breaking and the house is breaking and the T-Rex is breaking, and everything falls to pieces in a dizzying blur of nothing, as I fall into an even deeper, undisturbed sleep.

And then an indefinite time later, I awake.