I'm sorry you had such an awful dream last night, SheHulk.

I had a sort of nightmare about this orange-colored cat that kept trying to kill me in the house. At one point, I tried to strangle it, but couldn't hold onto it long enough. I invited a bunch of friends over to keep me safe, mostly people I hadn't seen in a long time. They would manage to kill the cat, but then a few minutes later, it would come back to life, like the Terminator or something. I'm not sure why I didn't call the police or animal control or, you know, leave the house, but dream logic often doesn't make sense. I think we managed to finally kill it in the end, though I kept peeking to make sure it wouldn't come back to life again.