Me and a dream companion had driven up to the besieged house. Outside was dangerous here; monsters might pop ut at any minute. We went in. I turned left, accidentally being rather rude by cutting between a piano-player and his piano; neither he nor his waiting audience noticed, but I knew I’d committed a major faux pas.
Through what was described by the narration in my head as a series of darkly comic misunderstandings, it was determined that I and my companion were there to perform a memorial service for several dead dogs that were lying about in the middle of the room. As my companion prepared to do this, I felt a prickle in my hand: it was one of the large cats that roamed about the house, politely but insistently demanding I move over by a… bicycle? I think. The cat mewed; I looked at the bicycle? and found an obvious loose nut on the stem?, which I tightened as best I could with my fingers. This seemed to satisfy the cat, who stalked off without a thanks or even a nod. Just “you have hands, come fix this thing, okay it’s fixed I don’t need you any more” kind of attitude. Which I found oddly endearing somehow.
Then there was a fish outside, swimming in the air low to the ground. In a gravelly voice just made for trailers, it said, “THE ATTACK OF THE SHARKBOAT!” as it swum towards the house, with menace in mind. Nothing horrible happened; instead, it bit on a baited hook that pulled it into a stream that ran beneath the house. My viewpoint followed it, where I saw it get flung off the hook into a tunnel full of rushing water that drew it inexorably into a large cartoon mine. Which exploded, shaking the camera some, and destroying SHARKBOAT!!!. The force of the explosion seemed to function to reset the trap.
And then I woke up. With that trailer voice repeatedly saying “ATTACK OF THE SHARKBOAT!” in my head.
I should note that “SHARKBOAT!” contained the concept of “it’s a boat, and it’s a shark, it’s twice as menacing as either by itself!” within that compound word. It’s not a boat for sharks, it’s a boat that IS a shark. Like a particularly low-budget SyFy movie of the week. Or at least that’s what the doomed idiot monster-fish wanted people to think was attacking.