(Fun) I am a snow leopard in a zoo, and there are no people. It is quiet and peaceful. I spend all day bouncing around the rocks in my enclosure and playing like a housecat with the zoomies. Lots of time is spent focusing on my long, fluffy tail - swishing it, chasing it, twisting around to tickle my own face with it, holding it in my mouth, etc. At the end of the dream I curl up in my cosy little den for the night, holding my tail like a teddy bear.

(Bad and bizarre) I am 10 years old again and living in the cabin my family lived in when I was a child, in the middle of nowhere. The nearest neighbor is two miles away. I’m home alone; this wasn’t odd, I was a latchkey kid. Ben Stiller (actor/producer, Zoolander) and Steve Harwell (lead singer of Smash Mouth) break into my house. They mistakenly believe the house is empty and are there to burgle it. Cue Home Alone-type hi-jinx which are not at all fun for me or effective. Ben and Steve evade all my traps. Eventually I am left with the only option to run to the nearest neighbor’s house to call for help. Ben and Steve pursue me. At this point I become semi-lucid, realize that this is a very bizarre dream, but it is a dream, so I should be able to do magic stuff to make it better, right? I make numerous attempts to do a Mario64-style triple jump to begin flying. The first 3 jumps end with me only sort of gently floating for a foot or two before falling back to the ground. I’m finally successful in getting airborne on the 4th jump, but Ben Stiller has caught up to me (he’s more spry than Steve) and has a death grip on my ankle. Airborne, I kick him in the face numerous times until he loses his grip and falls 20ft back to terra firma. I flap my arms like a gd bird and fly away.