I had a nightmare last night that we had a cat and it was trying to kill me. So I was hiding up on top of our tallest bookcase (never you mind that I don't think it's even possible for me to climb up there or for it to support my weight that high up! Or that cats can also climb bookcases.) And this cat was sitting on the ground, talking to me in English very calmly about how it was going to kill me, while I frantically threw books off the bookcase at it to try to make it run away so I could come down. It would just calmly step out of the way of the books. Evil cat. It was a man's voice with an British accent.
Then I woke up, couldn't get back to sleep, and tossed and turned so much Dante got annoyed and jumped off the bed to go sleep somewhere else. /blush!