Last night, I dreamt a new furry that I haven't in the past. Some sort of flying tiger. At least this time I was bipedal. I carried my son out of somewhere, and left him then went back for my husband and daughters, but found myself caught by someone who wanted me in his zoo. His son took mercy, and tried to help me escape. But finally it was his wife who basically told him to let me go, or else he'd see just how much of a tiger he already has and can't control. o_O

I suppose what I liked was the amount of power I felt in the dream, the reassurance of strength. I've never BEEN a tiger before though. I liked it. :)