I'm walking with my brother Steve to his new house in Portland, but it's in Northwest, not where it really is in Northeast. We're walking down from the hills above on a main road, and then we turn left onto another downhill road, which is closed, blocked with some traffic cones. I think there's at least one dog with me.

I"m walking down the road with Steve, but a big ahead of him, and I start to slide, as if on ice, going faster and faster down the road, and I think I sit down so that I don't lose my balance. Then as I look down the road I see some shops and I think that if I go down there, I have gone too far, so I stop and it turns out I'm just at the right place, the yard to Steve's house, and he's just arriving there as well.

We go in, and he goes upstairs, or into another room. I go just out of sight of the door, too, but then I return when I hear a knock on the door. Through the glass I can see a huge, black creature, human in shape, but hairy, and seven feet tall or so. I go back to tell Steve, because it's his door and it seems he should answer it, but he doesn't come. The creature keeps knocking more and more insistently, and I'm feeling stressed that the door needs to be answered, but Steve isn't coming, and I'm scared to open the door for this creature.