Six Foot Turkey

It was night time, and the house was dim. There were intermittent lights on- a lamp here, a wall fixture there... Just enough to see our way.
All of them were low level, "warm" lights one might say.
I was with at least one other person, and we were being chased by Raptors.
The were smaller, no more than chest height - around four feet?
Dark green, and large foreheads (both long and wide).
We worked our way up from the basement, navigating thru unfamiliar rooms.
It was my house, or a house I knew, yet the set-up was still new to me.
I told my friend to keep going, I knew there was a cat in the house and I heard something behind us.
It sounded more like a cat than a raptor, but I wasn't certain and I wanted to protect my friend.
I was lucky, it did end up being the cat. A darker cat, possibly longhair, that almost fled into the basement when I approached it.
However,I managed to herd it the other direction, away from the oncoming raptors.
Although our group might've started out larger, and some people unfortunate enough to get caught, I never actually witnessed anyone attacked, only being chased by two or three raptors and they never seemed to make it to the upper level.

How Does One Title A Dream?

I was in this immense house, belonging to an particular Aunt that I see less often than others.
A beautiful, elaborate place, with memorably high-ceilings.

I remember coming around a wall, a bookcase perhaps, given it's odd placement.
And I was twirling. I might've been carrying something that upset my balance.
Or perhaps I was just reveling in the carelessness that young girls do.
But I couldn't stop in time, and bumped into an enlarged version of a privacy screen, meant for decorative purposes.

I was certain it would fall, but it didn't.
From there I found a carpeted staircase, which was my intended destination.
So I climbed.
It led to a loft area, with an immense bed//mattress that angled downward, jutting out over the room below in which I came from.
There were other, misplaced stairs, that I could see under and to the left of the mattress.
No access, no purpose. They were just there.

The mattress itself was not angled enough to be threatening, but called for caution nonetheless.
I started to climb on, it was like difficult to navigate, much like a waterbed. Except there was no water.
I had worked my way onto the mattress enough, that although it felt like I was lacking support behind me, I felt that logically I was safe.
Not the case, I felt myself starting to hang over the edge, dangling above the room below, but managed to pull myself back up.
After that, my only goal was to reach the middle, the obvious place of safety.
However, the bed felt that this was not meant to be an easy task, and I woke up from thoughts of wrestling my way to the center but never actually making it.