You stand in rolling, green hills. You stare the horrible beast in the face, it's shadowy tendrils waving eerily in the wind. A large, fang-filled smile widens across it's ever morphing face. You look away for an escape, but that's when you realize. All the trees are morphing and moving in impossible ways. You're in a dream. Okay... Maybe the monster should have given that away...

The monster braces for a massive lunge, ready to test you to pieces

What do you do next?