There's a hint for ya spyder. Stop talking .
In my nightmare, tiny, evil pink giraffes were hiding under the bedclothes in my hotel room biting my feet. When I tried to move, they chased me and kept biting until I ran and then the evil headmistress who owned the hotel told me it was my fault cos it was actually a nice giraffe so I must have done something wrong.
Then for the super scary bit when it kind of came true:
I woke up and the kitten was under the duvet biting my toes