The other night, I dreamed an SS officer picked up a large, white duck and began licking its face. Then, last night, I dreamed the Terminator (Arnold Schwarzenegger, of course) was an assassin hired to kill me. I was understandably having a difficult time avoiding him, especially since his hearing was so powerful that he could hear my heartbeat. So I stuck to noisy areas for a while, hoping noise pollution would drown out my particular sounds. This worked for a while, and then I had the sudden realization I would be safe if I hid in a dog house. The reason I'd be safe in a dog house was because Skinny Puppy obviously lived in a dog house, and would save me. Then I woke up, very relieved.
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