I am walking in a somewhat hilly, grassy field with a three year old boy named Sanders. He sees a chipmunk and runs after it. There is a large opening in a hill where the chipmunk runs into. Sanders follows him. I see that it is a large, cave-like room. I cannot stand up in it, but Sanders can. He runs over to where the chipmunk went. There are other rodents in there as well-squirrels and other chipmunks, etc. I freak out and yell at Sanders to get out. I fear he will get bitten. (Paul had to wake me up because I was yelling in my sleep).