Two other people and I are hiding in a room. There is something very dangerous on the other side of the door. We are being quiet, careful to avoid windows, when something squirms its way under the door. It looks almost like a sock but it is something more, something worse. It acts like a snake, trying to get a strangle hold on anything and anyone. I grab a pair of scissors and snip it across, cutting it off as close to where the door is as I can. But it keeps coming. I keep cutting. Nothing seems to be stopping it. If I lose any rhythm, the thing speeds up. It is exhausting and seemingly endless, reaching out to grab at one of us. I eventually realize that a better way to deal with this is to cut it down the length, right up the middle. I shift myself and the scissors and begin cutting. The thing slows down and I reach its end. Everything is quiet, for a moment, but we all have an ominous feeling that more is coming and we are definitely not safe.

(As ridiculous as this dream sounds, when I eased out of sleep, my heart was racing. It was quite frightening although, when I was awake, I really had to laugh at the thought that I was in danger of being attacked by a sock!)