I dreamt that I was holding a weasel-like animal in my right hand and that I was caressing it with my left hand. Its snout was close to my fingertips and its rear end pushed against the bend in my arm above the elbow. I somehow knew that it was a young female, and it gripped my hand and arm with surprising strength. I could feel its sharp claws on my skin. It did not take me long to realize that the female was sexually aroused. And the more aroused it got, especially when I tenderly caressed it down its long spine, the stronger its grip and the sharper its claws became. To my surprise, I found our encounter both pleasing and endearing. My heart went to the animal in heat. For quite a while, we were like one. By the end of my dream, the animal relaxed its grip, turned its head, and looked into my eyes. I smiled, and it smiled in turn. Perhaps it only mimicked my expression in companionship. When I woke up, I could still feel its sharp claws. Delighted by the experience, I smiled into the darkness once again. It took me a while to fall asleep again. Luckily, the dream stayed with me till the morning.