Augh dreams.

It was bigger than houses and angry and unstoppable and *looking for me*, because I had something that belonged to it, but I wouldn't give it back because it belonged to me first. It came tearing through the bogs and the trees, bending strong trunks over and breaking them and smashing holes in the rocky ground which filled with brackish water; it tore down telephone lines and flattened cars, and I ran like hell through the high ground with the tall grass, trees ringing the fields; I ducked through holes in fences and jumped over low stone walls and ran across roads going to seed in the sunlight and through yards full of queen anne's lace and into the big stone house with all the hiding places, and written on the inside of the sunroom door, etched into the paint, were the names of three priests who belonged to the old order of things: Father Angula, Father Greensleeves, and a third one whose name began with an S. And I needed to ring them but the telephone poles were downed, and I couldn't hide from the thing in the stone house forever, and so I ran again, looking for the priests and holding something for luck.

That's the one I sort of remember. All I remember about the other was that there were monsters, but *I* was a *tree*.