You weren't reading those Silas Turnbo stories I linked to the other day were you. Some of those could give you dreams like that.

When I was a kid in LA, we had a bunch of dogs that disappeared. They busted out of the fence and ran off. After a few months we started hearing news reports of packs of domestic dogs running loose and wild in the foothills near where we lived.

One day, many months later, one of the dogs showed up. Over the course of the next week a few more came back. All were torn up, worn out, and scrawny.

They never did say where they went or what they'd been doing but I suspected I'd already heard about it...

Bill