All of her merciless nightmares had been terrible, but this one was
just plain weird, creepy, and scary, she thought. This was tonight's
scene:

All of them were there: her two uncles and her two aunts, her
grandparents, and her parents. But each of them was different:
Emmett's nose was no longer pronounced, it was broad, and he snorted
like a pig. Rosalie's fine locks were sprouting feathers, and she
squawked like a chicken. Alice croaked as a frog; Jasper barking like
a dog. Esme whinnied like a horse, her feet turning to hooves.
Carlisle sprouted a bushy red tail and began to chase Edward, whose
ears had turned long and floppy and who had grown a large, white bushy
tail.

They all seemed not to know themselves, simply the animals they had
changed to. She called out to them, tried to bring them back. Then
she turned, and saw her mother. She was afraid, and her mother was the
scariest of them all. Bella had bright white fangs, dark, crimson
eyes, and a hunter's prowl.

Renesmee woke up screaming.