Not anger at least. I was not sad for thier deaths. They were not regular dogs and cats. I was defending myself as I would if that happened in real life. I guess all it says about me is that I am not afraid to kill someone if I have to. I like cats. Dogs are okay... I hate most of those at least. But as I said, it was both dogs and cats. Maybe I was lucid. I was not really sure afterwards. It seemed like I was, but maybe not. Maybe that is why I felt nothing when I killed them. Or you could consider I view animals as just that. They have no souls therefore killing them is okay. At least in defence or for food anyways.

Rtex, it was only dark in the bedroom since I had just woken up from another dream. My room is always dark when I wake up so it should be expected. The dining room and kitchen were bright. I did not feel any evil in there. It was only in the animals.

Edit: One more thing... I have always wanted to live through life in a RPG type book. That could explain the dream better. I have had dreams killing zombies too. So really I am doing a good thing.