When I was little (5-7 years old) I had a reocurring dream in which my dad and I were sitting under the branches of a willow tree. It was night time but undernieth the tree was well lit. It was like being inside a house and looking outside the windows and not being able to see anything but darkness. So we would just sit under the tree and talk. We would start hearing weird noises, then a dinosaur would poke it's head through the trees and then bite my dad's arm and carry him away into the darkness. I would run after him and always wake up while I was running.
