I have read somewhere that dreams are usually your brain putting together and “reliving” events from the previous day, or something like that. That, to me, checks out, or at least more so recently.

I know I dreamed about a sweet dog that was following me and we were playing. That piece of the dream, I can explain. I had been listening to a book on tape by Stephen King before bed and yeah, there is a dog in this story.

What I cannot figure out is, why for most of my dream I was being chased by a Predator, and everyone was getting killed left and right. I remember waking up a few times trying to shake off the dream but I was always back at running away from this alien hunter creature.

Even Arnold was in it, “GET TOTHE CHOPPA!!!!”