The hills have eyes(or do they?)

Date: 4/3/2016

I'm walking on a rock mountainside with the sun strongly bearing down and very little vegetation on the mountain but the land around the mountain is a Savannah biome. I'm with 3 friends who they are I don't know but we are exploring the landscape walking through the rocky outcrops, we are far in the middle of nowhere. Suddenly a humanoid primate resembling something from the hills have eyes runs out and begins jumping side to side but still approaches us very quickly, although we are terrified we make no move to escape and shuffle back and forth when the cave man begins to approach one of my friends. I ask in a building it it dark and there are computers and desks I am with several other men who appear to be some sort of federal law enforcement. I have been brought in because I am an expert of some sort. A video on YouTube is presented to me of 2 almost humans and 1 humanoid creature of the same species, possibly even the same creature as I had seen when I was dreaming from the perspective of an explorer, note I am not the same person from the hillside. The two humans who now as I realize to be Neanderthals are yelling and making noises along with the humanoid creature from before who appears very different from them (covered in light brown fur, very similar to the way Bigfoot appears in pop culture). Although I am an expert I have no idea what to make of it. One of the men say that the video must have been uploaded by a human being but they have no clue who. A lady at a desk points out that she knows the area and a task force is assembled to deploy. I am now a human in a close but different part of the hillside as the 4 friends had been and very close to where the video was shot. Although human I am a caveman, I live with only my grandmother who washes clothes. She asks me weather id like anything to eat and that her friend is soon to arrive. Although I am not hungry, I sense an evil prescience and tell my her yes. She walks over a topless narrow opening in part of the mountain. Right as she leaves, I hear something calling from around the corner of the "entrance" to our area, one that is much like the one my grandmother acrossed, a narrow, topless, hole in the side of an otherwise high wall of rock. I know it is imitating her friend and that her friend has been killed by the creature. I tell the voice to proceed and and grasp a pencil tightly in my hand, as the figure which has taken on the appearance of my grandmothers friend turns around the corner I try to stab it in the stomach, but I fail and we both roll down the side of the mountain, I am crippled below the waist as I look up, the creature is lays dead in its true form no longer disguised as my grandmothers friend.