Dreams.

To be honest, I had a whole bunch of dreams. I've forgotten most of them, but I remember one episode: I enter some room to see a guy about some business. And in his room, there's a dog on a leash, looking very, very angry, like some kind of Doberman with disproportionately huge yellow eyes (now that I think about it, those eyes remind me of Bill from GF). And it growls, just growls, as if it doesn't care that I came with its owner. Then it starts clicking its mouth very quickly, like some kind of Pac-Man, and immediately attacks my bag. I turned to the owner and asked him to calm the dog down, and he said that everything was fine, the dog doesn't bite.
-- But it's chewing on my bag! -- I said in despair.
Meanwhile, the dog chewed on the bag and somehow, sideways, in its Pac-Man style, headed towards my fingers, which I had already mentally said goodbye to. At that moment, the dog started to seem more like a Yorkshire Terrier than a Doberman. It reached my fingers and... I didn't feel any pain because it wasn't biting them. It continued to click its mouth, but it was just... Scratching its teeth against my fingers. Well, as if they were a toothbrush. Its teeth were also like those of some beavers or capybaras, large and not sharp, slightly curved. And it was rubbing them against my fingers for some reason. A creepy dog. Then, in its Pac-Man style, it stopped bothering my fingers and went to the owner to perform the same ritual, but the owner was busy with some papers and he shooed it away (with great irritation, I must say).
Anyway, it's okay, I sometimes have more interesting dreams, but it was still fun...