aaaaah!

I have just time-traveled to the New York City area on September 11, 2001. I can see smoking buildings across a body of water. I walk down to the water to see some relatives that live in a house boat across from Manhattan.

"AAAAAH!"

I wake from my deep sleep. It must have been a dream because I am not aware that I have any relatives in New York City or in New Jersey. Wait, what was that shout? I hear Mrs Dust in the other room say something about killing a spider in the shower. I drift back to sleep.

This time I meet a music producer who is creating what appear to be Chucky dolls with elongated heads. Later I will realize that this part of my dream is heavily influenced by a Snopes story I read a few days ago (disturbing image warning). I flip a switch on the back of one of the dolls' necks, and it immediately comes to life, opens its mouth, and lunges to chomp into my jugular.

"AAAAAH!"

I have waken up. Mrs Dust is sitting next to me asking why I have such a hard time getting up in the morning (I think "AAAAAH!").

As I am getting ready for work, I ask Mrs Dust whether she really killed a spider or if I dreamed that. She did. Her hero.