So I'm with my family by a lake. Quite a beautiful lake upon which a version of my mother's house sits. It is a version I've been to before. Water flows underneath it through limestone caverns which are interleaved with glass walls and walkways. The water is crystal clear and we are all looking at the fish on the edge of the lake. There are many kinds of beautiful fish and I daydream of catching a few of the orange spotted minnows to keep in an aquarium. Bigger fish are chasing them now though, and my mother has spotted her favorite fish. It is over 2m long and I recognize it as a very colorful arapaima. My brother and father are fishing and they have hooked one; they ask my grandmother to net it and I go to take the hook out. It is a stark white mullet, but as I take the hook out it becomes a black plastic butter knife. It still flops like a fish however so I return it to the water carefully. As I look up from releasing the fish... BAM! A miniature t-rex has thrown itself onto me. It startles me so much I jump awake and nearly fly out of bed.

My only question: why? It was a very peaceful dream, and the surprise was really jarring.