I was in the middle of a nice warm bath when I felt my control over the environment around me loosen, as if something was attempting to wrench control from me. After a second of resting and attempting to regain control whatever was trying to take control seems to give up.

"Weird" I say to myself looking around.

With the only warning of the small furry missile flying at the back my neck being what felt reality popping like a soap bubble for a split second before righting itself. This felling being enough for me to poof the bath out of existence and imagine myself wearing some clothes.

Landing on my ass after a short drop I look up to barely notice what looks like a white fox with red eyes reorient itself mid flight to land on the wall in front of my position and immediately bound towards my face. 

I practically throw myself to the side while conjuring and sword and shield for each hand and assess the situation. 

something weird is clearly happening I have occasionally indulged in nighttime combat however this feels different, in those previous fights I've always been in control of everything myself so while I could swing a sword around and what not it felt like playing myself in chess not to mention dream physics making the swings feel slow. The weird floatiness of dreams being something I have always just accepted as a fact. However that faith is currently being shattered since as my roll comes to a stop I notice the previously omnipresent distorted physics seem to, for lack of a better term be solidifying. 

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As I think this my furry opponent lands on a wall and I try to will it out of existence in an attempt to throw off my assailant

"What!" I exclaim as that previous feeling of fighting for control reasserts itself and I notice anything near the fox feeling slippery so to speak. Gritting my teeth I prepare for the attack to continue. Within a split second of touching down on the wall the critter launches itself at my face once again. More prepared this time I attempt to bat it out of the air with the sword I conjured earlier. Seeing this the fox seems to reassess this avenue of attack with a shuffle of limbs manages to reorient so that I'm slicing into its hind rather than face. 

Feeling some triumph over landing a hit I don't notice the tail wrapping around my wrist for leverage until its too late and the fox swings under and up my arm itself right towards my throat. On more instinct than thought I drop my shield and block its jaw with my other arm. 

The pain as its disproportionally large teeth sink into my flesh is Significantly more real that anything I've felt in a dream before. Before I even think about it I Slam my currently being chewed on arm into the ground in front of my and begin pummeling the fox into the ground with my now swordless fist. After what was probably the most bloody thirty seconds of my life which felt more like minutes I breathe as my only recently lost control of the world around me returns and I notice how lacking I truly felt even if it wasn't necessarily noticed until now. Breathing a sigh of relief I begin to wake up Deciding I've had enough sleep for the night.

Groggily I wake up. Usually I feel much better rested but I suppose sleeping only, I look over at my nightstand clock and see 1 am. Sleeping only four hours will do that to you. I get up to go grab some water from my fridge when I notice something. 

The feeling of fight for control in my dream. 

I feel that again.

However.

This time. 

I am the one without control.