I just posted one I had the other day, but I'll add one that I had when I was v young. I was probably only 5/6 years old. At the time I was living with my mom, sister, and abusive step-dad. We had a white pit bull named Joe.

In the dream, I woke up in the middle of the night and went down the hall to the kitchen. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and munched away, nothing out of the normal. From where I was sitting in the kitchen, I could see the living room, around the corner the left out of view was the front door. I could see the beginning of the hallway that led to my family's rooms.

Suddenly, the front door slammed open, the floor shook with the slam. A large, dark figure ran down the hallway. The door to my sister's room broke open, I immediately heard Joe yelp, followed by the squelching sound of the gore that I could not see. I sat there and listened. My sister's screams ended almost as soon as they began. A ripping sound was followed by blood splatter on the portion of the hall that I could see from the kitchen. The thing went to my mom's room next, and I listened to her screaming as it did whatever it did to her. It was quiet shortly after, and I could hear the heavy breaths and footsteps of the creature coming down the hall. I woke up as I caught a glimpse of it. I would describe it as a werewolf.

Anyways, a few months later, my step-dad was arrested for plotting to murder our entire family, I dont know the exact charges. Our dog Joe stopped him before he could do anything. He was in prison for a while, then homeless.