Just woke with a start from the middle of a nightmare in which a raccoon-like creature was biting my (fully grown) little brother's toes. I tried to beat it off with a piano stool and made it very angry. Switched to a broomstick for more distance between the hideous creature and my own bare feet.
We were in my childhood home, in the living room, but a strange entertainment center was against the wrong wall. The wolveraccoon of doom was chewing on a small door my brother had opened and at first I'd tried to lightly bonk it just to get it to leave before it hurt him. But the narsty little beasties are so aggressive! May the Almighty protect us from any such ferocity in the real world!
I don't think I'll get back to sleep soon, though. I have a longstanding fear of mutant raccoons.
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