In last night’s dream, I was a serving wench in a large medieval castle (this is no doubt due to @heapfrag’s suggestion right before bed that we go to Medieval Times sometime. I have never been). It was night time, and we all stretched out giant feather mattress and thick quilts along the hallways, since that is where the servant slept. I was almost asleep when I felt a weight on my cover. I wrestled something about the size of a large cat, trapping it with one hand behind its head and the other between its shoulder blades. It had the body and neck of a iguana but a human face. Once I pinned it, the monster looked up at me and hissed, showing hundreds of tiny sharp teeth. My mother sat up in the space next to me, presumably also a servant in the castle, and helped me hold it down while telling me I had to twist its head around until it popped off. I grabbed the thing and began yanking on its head, while it whimpered and begged me not to in the saddest voice I’ve ever heard.
I woke up convinced this was really happening, as somehow the covers had all migrated to my side of the bed so there really was a weight on my blanket.