Dreams, part 1

I do not often remember dreams, but when the occasion presents itself, they are one of two things: a repeat of a previous dream from years ago, or something freaky or scary.  This morning’s dream involved one of the creatures from either Predator or Pitch Black.  It was dark on some desolate planet.  Three of us emerged from a building and ventured away from the lights in search of what was causing screeching sounds.  The other two people continued into the void and left me there, searching for something else.  I saw something move and I fired small grenades, continuously.  I realized that something was after my dog Leroy, and this further elevated my emotions.  I then felt a larger presence surrounding me, and woke up yelling help.

Maybe I should have no more caffeine after 8:00 PM.

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