Generally, through my adult life, I've had funny dreams. I mean wake up laughing my ASS off funny. Rarely remember 'em, I'd love to have some of the dialogue that I know was going through my mind.
Last few weeks, though, I haven't had dreams per se, but I've had that kinda half-sleep, prolonged dozing-off stage kinda like Fairwillows was describing. Last night during that 'twilight' thing, one of the cats knocked a stainless steel mixing bowl off on the tile floor. Damn thing bounced and clanged around for a good ten seconds. I was FULLY in fight or flight mode, instantly, where usually I'll take a half second while getting Little Brother off the nightstand and identify what made the noise, even if it's a thump outside when there shouldn't be any thumping going on. This time, well, it was ....just different. I identified what had happened but was second-guessing what caused it.
No, I don't watch television, nearest neighbor is half mile away by cleared path or 400 yards away through brush. So we're secluded and not easily findable.
This is not like me. Glad I didn't shoot the cat. I kinda like this one....she's been around for almost 17 years.