When I was a kid I had a recurring dream about a Godzilla-type monster stomping through our neighborhood. From our backyard I saw it turn the corner and head down our street, so I hid on the patio, which had a wood-and-fiberglass roof. One time the monster stepped right in our backyard, which his foot took up about half of. I remember the sensation of being annoyed by this, as if it had happened over and over (which it had). So I darted out from cover and hit one of his claws, which was about the size of an office chair, with a stick I had. The stick had no effect on the claw, but apparently the monster felt it. I looked up and it was looking down right at me. So I ducked back under the patio roof. It raised its foot, and I saw a big shadow through the roof as it stomped down, shattering the fiberglass and timbers. At that point I woke up, presumably crushed to death under the monstrous foot.

That was the last time I ever had that dream. I guess getting killed put an end to it.