||[Apr. 18th, 2007|10:51 pm]
The other night, I had a very long and complicated dream, that - like every other dream I have - centered around me being in the wrong place, looking for the right place. But at the end of the dream, I was back at my parents' house, spending the night, and getting ready to go to bed. I walked into the bedroom, and then I heard a low growling. I wasn't alarmed, because I knew it was just the family dog (apparently named Night Ranger), and I got up and walked around the bed to go pet him.
But when I got around the bed, it wasn't the family dog at all. It was an iron doorstop, in the figure of a dog, that had come to life and was slinking towards me. It jumped on me, knocked me on the bed, and began biting the back of my neck, growling all the while.
I woke up, and it was still growling. Then I realized it was just Husband, snoring.