When I was 5, I had a dream that I was walking down a pier (Dun Laoghaire for those of you who are Irish) and by the time I walked to the end of it, it somehow became flooded. So I had to swim back which is a km back or more. The problem was that there were cobras scattered across the water. So I had to swim through, dodging bites from these nasty snakes. Eventually, as I was looking backwards at a snake I just dodged, I looked in front of myself and noticed a snake in front of me about to bite me. Suddenly I woke up.
Another time when I was 5, I had a dream that Eagles were giant and humans were small. A giant bald eagle was flying me to his babies to eat. Fun times