I was at my mother-in-laws house in Reno. In my head I heard the dogs outside in the yard having an argument. I'm not sure what the arguement was about, something about eating.
At first I thought it was eating feces, because dogs tend to do that. It was a big huge pile of feces, and my cocker spaniel was just rooting around in it like it was heaven.
Upon closer examination, I saw that it wasn't feces, but a baby tiger. I thought, "How did my dogs get a baby tiger?"
I looked at the tigers face, and the eyes opened. It was alive! Only, it wasn't a tiger anymore it was a baby.
I screamed and snatched up the baby. It had blood all over it's face. As I stumbled through the house in an attempt to locate a phone to call an ambulance, I noticed that this baby's hair was the same as MY baby's hair. I screamed, "This is not MY baby!"
Then I noticed the outfit, the same as what I had just put on my daughter. Still, I kept screaming, "This is NOT MY BABY!!"
At this point I was fumbling through something trying to find a phone. I think I did locate one and dialed 9-1-1, but I awoke before I would have been speaking to an operator.
