Bull

I find myself hanging onto a rope tied to a very large helium balloon along with a small child. The child is above me and the balloon does not have quite enough lift to keep us in the air. I kick off from the ground to get us up in the air and catch the breeze to carry us away from a large black bull. The landscape below us is beautiful rolling green hills; unfortunately there are no houses or trees to safely keep us from the charging bull. Our only choice is to try and stay up in the air and hopefully travel far away from the bull. Eventually I spot a cluster of bushes and the bull is a good distance behind us; I decide that we can safely hid among the bushes. Once down on the ground a house appears and we go inside, unfortunately the bull appears again and we take cover behind a sofa. The bull enters and transforms into a man. The sofa is next to the front door, the bull-man enters the back door walks through the house past the sofa toward the open front door and exits the house; as he walks past our hiding spot he says “I can see you hiding, that sofa doesn’t help”.