When I was little I dreamed that we were throwing a party, and there were a lot of people at our house. My dad and I were chasing down a pair of mischievous vacuum cleaners with orange handles that were running around making horrendously loud siren noises, but we stopped when they turned into orange socks. Then I noticed a man and woman wearing lab coats standing on either side of a pig next to a white door with an oddly shaped doorknob. They picked up the pig, and I followed them through the door into a large white room with nothing but a toilet in one corner. The two people then flushed the pig down the toilet head first, prompting some sort of defense mechanism in the form of a vacuum cleaner head to emerge from the toilet. I ran, knowing that it would kill me if it had the chance, and ended up outside next to the air conditioning unit. For some reason, it could talk, and had a British accent, and it had stolen my toy car, insisting it was theirs. It caused a strange rippling sensation when it talked, and because it didn't have hands, I just took my car back. Then I sat down on a swing and woke up.