You're confused, just think what was going through my head when I got that call

Last night I received a call at around eleven...somewhere around then. I'm not quite sure, I was asleep. Anyway, it doesn't bother me that someone called while I slept, happens all the time. What's weird about this is that it came directly after the weirdest dream I've had in a long time, and the sheer fact that I remembered that I got the call. I'll explain...

On average, I remember about 0.5% of all my dreams. That's not a lot. Last night, I remembered one, and it was a doozy. So, I walk into a dog adoption place with a woman on my arm, and we're looking for a dog. This guy dressed in khaki opens this tiny door and says, "What do you think of this one?" It's a terrier, and I respond, "Sweet, he's a cutie." (I did mention this was a weird dream right? I don't recall the last time I used the word 'cutie', but I'm pretty sure I was either joking or four.) I look over at the woman next to me, apparently she nods, and the Khaki Man opens other little door, "How about him?" "Ah man, he is awesome! I love beagles!" I then turn and the woman nods. At this point I'd like to suggest that, perhaps, this woman and I were married or dating; we were awful close. Anyway, Khaki Man then opens up this larger door and says, "How about a bear-dog?" This...thing comes walking out of the doorway, and it’s massive. Fur spiked and...orange and brown for some reason. The thing looks nothing like a bear. "Yeah, he's all right." The bear-dog then proceeds to maul me.

So, I'm laying there, perfectly calm, being mauled by this "bear-dog" that looks nothing like a bear and more like one of those weird Pokemon characters who's ability seems to be "mauling David", and I say, as nonchalantly as possible, "I'm not so sure about this one". The thing is biting me all over, and the Khaki Man pulls him off me and brings it back to the doorway. I stand up, shake my head with a smile, covered in bites and the woman is laughing. (What a great girlfriend/wife I have in this dream! She's probably thinking, Well, it happens with a shrug.) Then, the Khaki Man opens another small door and leads this orange, spotted...cat...thing into the room. And he says, "This is a cheetah-dog," as if it were something common-place. (I simply must interject again here and point out that this creature look nothing like a dog. Nothing! Cat? Yes. Dog? No.) I take a few steps toward the "cheetah-dog", turn to the Khaki Man and say, "Yeah, he's pretty cool." Then the "cheetah-dog" starts attacking me. I'm on the ground, with the "cheetah-dog", and its trying to kill me. I have a smile on my face for some reason and I say, "Awww, I love him, I'll take him." This is when I woke up...

This is an actual dream that I had, and in everyway should influence why it’s a good thing that I don’t remember my dreams.