When I was like 8 I used to have this recurring dream.
I'm at my cottage with a bunch of friends (I have no idea who they actually were), and we're at the end of the drive way where it meets the road. All of the sudden we hear some weird noise, and there's fucking raptors coming after us. So we start running the hell away, and then a fucking t-rex shows up. So we run down the driveway, but for some reason the cottage isn't actually there. So we run like hell down to the lake, and for some reason there was a ditch filled with water before the lake. So we decide to hide in the ditch (instead of the lake
), and it turns out it's like 5 feet deep. So we go in there and stay underwater, and for some reason the t-rex can't see us cause we're not moving and we're underwater.
Seriously. It cut off there every time.