I was back in my college dorm. Working on some project. The engineering track was a boat load of classes, but it was also kind of fun. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to stick with engineering or go into computer science. I could always minor in CS and major in engineering.

  A low whoomph outside, screaming.

  “Hey does anyone know what’s going on?!” I yell out into the hallway.

  The RA yells back, “fire, get out of the building, take the south si- ah, AHHHHH, *gurgle*.”

  In the hallway there’s a shadow over the RA’s body, and a dark pool forming under him. An unnatural, hungry flame instantly surged, consuming his body. The fire then violently spiraled inward, vanishing entirely as two points of malevolent orange light ignited in his eye sockets.

  A gravely voice, “I found you, you won’t escape me this time.”

  Spot jumped in front of me and spoke like a person, “fly, you fool.”

  She turned and arched her back as she prepared for battle.

  As I turned to run I could hear her speak to the entity, everything slowed down, “I would not let you take him in the wet noisy place, nor in the shadow of my room.”

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  The entity hissed back, “he is mine by blood rights, you cannot protect him.”

  She responded to this with a hiss and growl then jumped on to the creature and started tearing into it with her claws.

  I watched, astonished, what in the world was happening? Is this a dream, another nightmare? I could hear the entity screaming in pain, as dream Spot grew in size grabbed it by its neck and snapped it. Spot shrank back down and head butted my shin.

  She looked up and spoke, “when I tell you to fly, you fly. It’s a good thing I love you so much, otherwise I’d let that thing eat you.”

  “What is it,” I asked.

  “Can’t tell you, not my place. Old grey hair gave you ideas, do that. I’m tired.”

  And with that I woke up.

  I shot up in bed. What the hell was that? I looked around for Spot, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. I called for her, “Spot, pspsps, here kitty kitty.” I heard her jump down for the bathroom counter. She came in, slowly, like she was sore. She jumped up on that bed, climbed over to me, flopped, and instantly fell asleep.

  I poked her, “are you okay?”

  She responded with a throaty, “mrrrrw.”

  I asked, “did you talk to me in my dream?”

  Another, “mrrrrw.”

  “Did you really fight that thing?”

  She held her head up, looked me in the eyes and slowly blinked at me.