I don’t remember very many of my dreams, but I do remember one I had last night.

The setting was a living room that looked sort of, but not exactly, like the one in my parents’ house where I grew up. There was blue carpeting, vintage 70s wood panel walls, and a brown leather chair and hassock like the one that was there when I was younger. It seemed bigger than the room I grew up in though, and the outside light came from different places and hit objects differently, giving me a feeling like when I encounter someone who knows me but I can’t place where I met them or remember their name.

There were three animals in the room: a baby pig, a baby chick, and a kitten. I was rubbing the baby pig’s belly while the kitten and chick ran around the room.

The second dog we had while I was growing up (who is still alive) was a Golden Retriever named Sophie. When she was a puppy, we kept her confined to the living room. Sometimes she would entertain herself by walking over to one side of the room, then rushing full speed, bounding over a couch and crashing into the wall side-first. Generally, she would do this when no one else was in the room, and we would know she was doing this after hearing a loud crash that sounded like a heavy box falling off the top of a book shelf.

In my dream, either the kitten or the pig (I can’t remember which now) started out like it was going to do the same thing, bounding into the wall. Only, instead of a crashing thud, the animal disappeared when it hit the wall and reappeared in another spot in the room.

The other animals followed suit, running into the teleporter and reappearing in other parts of the room several times. I felt something was amiss, so I warned them to stop playing with the teleporter. They ignored me, and eventually they went in and didn’t reappear.

When all the animals had disappeared, I searched the room and found the baby chick’s little orange leg under the couch.