Last night I dreamed I was getting attacked by a pack of wolves, and they were trying to eat my belly. (I have no idea what that means pschologically speaking, mostly I was just freaked out.) I dreamed this twice.
The second time I grabbed one by the nose and was holding on for dear life to try and get it away from me.
Then, I was rudely wakened by my husband frantically yelling at me.
Turns out the nose I was grabbing was my husband’s (not the wolf’s), and he was wondering why I was trying to smother him.