Night incident in a private house: a dream with a cat and the clink of glasses

Anons, I just read your cold ones, and remembered some savage shit, decided to toss you a bit.

1. When I was hanging on my mom's neck, I often stayed home alone (well, her work was 24 hours on, two off). The house is private, but in the yard there's a huge-ass Basya (a Caucasian Shepherd, what did you expect), so basically I never locked the house at night, what's the point. So back then I was in 9th grade, so as usual I'm home alone + cat, 1 pc. in the house, and I went to bed around 11 as usual, the fluffy little cunt sleeps at my feet on the blanket and purrs, the neighbors' light from the street kind of lights the room a bit like a nightlight. At night I wake up because someone is running around the next room and scratching the linoleum with their claws (the cat often went apeshit at night and played with an imaginary mouse or fuck knows what), so I didn't give a fuck and tried to fall asleep again. And then fucking hell I suddenly open my eyes and see that the cat is sitting at the edge of the bed by my feet and staring at me in shock - I broke out in goosebumps in a split second, fuck. I get up from the bed and slowly start walking toward the rustling from the room. That fucker that was catching little fuckers in there went quiet and kind of with claws (like my kitty, as if the same) shuffled off toward the kitchen and went quiet. I sneak into the kitchen, and there, when you walk in, in the right corner stands the fridge, and on it a little light with the mode and temp glows bluish, kind of lighting the kitchen. And it turns out that opposite, in the corner, stands a huge-ass flower, like a home maple, up to the ceiling, and there I feel with my ass, fuck, that something is there. I walk up and start pulling! my hand, fuck, into that darkness, my asshole is clenching like a fucking itch, and then this "cat" takes and suddenly scratches me with its claws, and it caught my whole forearm, and fuck - a fucking rage suddenly washed over me - right there I started beating some thick, like a ball, fucking springy hairy unknown shit, I was just pounding with my fists, and the last punch landed kind of into the wall through it - and I woke up. I opened my eyes all in sweat - my kitty is lying at my feet, kneading my legs with her paws and purring like she's calling kittens, so I petted her, she calmed down and we seemed to fall asleep. I don't know how long I slept, but I don't think for long, because well fuck, imagine - you're sleeping in silence, and then suddenly right over your fucking ear someone takes and like clinked two glasses together, imagine the ringing echoing and then such a heavy silence, and my heart almost fucking gave out. The most fucking strange thing is that the cat also freaked out a bit judging by her face and ears. I didn't sleep till morning, in short, anons. What that wild shit was I don't know, maybe just a nightmare or whatever, but I remembered it for a month afterward, even refusing to sleep at first, so that god forbid some shit wouldn't happen again.