I was on a long park bench sitting along the middle of a road. I was facing west, it was in the morning. I could see stoplights to my right, blurry, in the distance. The stripes on the road were worn, but still bright. I looked at the oncoming traffic to the right of me and there was a terrible glare in the windshields, which hurt my eyes, so i looked to my left. There was a rather nice group of trees shading the road, but blocking my view. The cars went by, but I just looked down. After the cars left, there were several joggers behind them, running down the road immediately behind them. Then, it was empty again. No traffic went the other direction, behind me. I decided I would cross the lane behind me, as there was only fields in front of me. There was a very large and strangely symmetrical house. The driveway went to the front door and had steps going down in the middle, dropping off on the sides, with bushes at the top of each. The entire house appeared to be made of marble. I started walking into the back yard but it was blocked by a small bush, so I decided I shouldn't. It felt like somebody I knew was in the house. I walked around to the front door but instead walked to the right side, the wall here was at a diagonal and had some kind of tall concrete planter along the front of it. There was an open area, as though it should be a door, into a bright green room. Suddenly, a cat. It was mostly white-ish with black ears and some kind of oddly shaped black area on its sides. It walked up against my leg and the thought occurred in my head that if I was ever going to be a furry, I should be a cat furry. For an awkward moment I could have sworn I had a tail. I felt a strange pang of grief and the cat disappeared, apparently offended. I started thinking about why these people have a bright green pet room built into the outside of their house. The walls seemed to be on fire so I decided to go back to the bench and turned to walk back up the driveway with stairs. In front of me then was a strange mix of a bulldog and a polar bear (once I saw it, somebody from inside the house was telling me about it and how proud they were of it (something about it being an heirloom?) but they didn't seem to actually know that I was there. It was more like a voice in my head justifying what the forget the thing was), blocking my way out from behind the planter and the burning bright green room. I wanted to leave but it wasn't urgent because fire doesn't go outside (duh). I forgot about the fire and someone from inside the closed door said something to somebody outside but I couldn't tell who. I wanted to remind them to feed their cat and to please move the growling white abomination in front of me. The thing "barked" and appeared to have several rows of teeth. I edged forward, against my better judgment. It gave me a strange docile look so I kicked it (which made perfect sense at the time). It bit my leg and flew into the sky with me. The most troubling thought at the time was how I was going to explain why I just kicked their dog... bear.. thing. I woke up with a sharp mental pain in my leg.
Various edits: Trying to recall details
This was last night.
TL;DR: Rambling dream logic and I think I hurt myself with my mind.
