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I am in my office and I hear rustling in the room. Sounds like mice have managed to get in.
I get a broom stick and hit it against the ceiling.
Rats run out from the mouse hole and run off into the garden next door.
As the rats leave, they get bigger.
Finally I realise that the last of the rats to leave is not a rat, but a lynx. It crouches in the grass as I approach. It looks really large and ready to pounce.
At that point I wake up.