My Dream Journal; Mentis est Infinata

I had this dream when I was about 5. I was in my house. I walked into a room and there was a Macintosh computer on a desk. As I approached it, a message box came up with a picture of a bomb, accompanied by a female robotic voice speaking in a foreign language. I ran.

The rest of the dream is a complete blur.

Dream fragment.

We were going somewhere when both of our dogs and a stray cat decided to hop in the vehicle without us knowing. We drove to some place where there were a few cats; one of which was sitting on someone's van. I was walking up the driveway when the smallest cat bolted around the van, seemingly out of nowhere. It then bit me with razor-sharp teeth. Believe it or not, this wasn't really a nightmare.

This dream was worth notice because it was the most vivid dream I have ever had (Still not that vivid). Another reason is because I felt what it was like when something was hurting you in a dream: Nothing. I could literally feel the cat's teeth sinking into my skin as it bit me, but there was no pain.

Spoiler for Picture:

These images are 100% accurate compared to my dream, the only flaw being that the evil kitty's mouth was bigger and it had sharper teeth, and there was a van parked in the driveway; not a car.