This was a nightmare. A true nightmare. I dreamed I was wrapped in some sort of shroud, tightly, and I was fighting mightily to get free. In the meantime a body was pressing against me in the dark, making the struggle more difficult.
I screamed for help, but my voice was gone.
I fought and fought and finally made it to the surface of my conscientiousness and woke up.
I was all wrapped up in my bedding and Priscilla the mutt was dead asleep next to me, making it impossible to move.
It took me some minutes to get my manure together and bedding straightened out and move the immovable mutt to a corner where she could continue her deep, drug like sleep.
I do not like nightmares.