I was in a house, it didn\’t look like mine but somehow I knew it was my house. it felt familiar but ominous. I was being viciously attacked by my dog and I had to fight him off using a knife. I kept slashing at him and stabbing his eyes and face, I even sawed off one of his legs with a serrated butcher knife. I locked him in the basement and whenever he would scratch at the door and try to attack me, I would hurt him again. I tried to hide it from my sister but she found out and started crying. I was so scared but I kept hurting the dog, trying to keep his attacks as subdued as possible without killing him. I finally killed him on accident in the end and another dog took his place, trying to hurt me again. that\’s the last thing that happened before I woke up.