A few years ago (hey, I told you these stories would be from a while ago!) I had a dream.
I was running from something. It must have been really really frightening, because I remember I was running very fast. It was dark, very dark and cold. I think.
Anyway, I was running away from something, in the dark and I was in a forest. There were trees everywhere. It was kind of like the opening of Tales from the Darkside.
I was running and trying not to run into anything, since it was so dark. Then, suddenly, I started to get hit with branches! They were hanging low from the trees and brushing up on my face as I ran. It really felt like they were hitting my face. Then one brushed my lips, ever so slightly.
I woke up.
It was my cat, Bruce, touching my lips.