The only thing close to this was when I awoke to find a large approx three stone black dog in my bed.
It was the size of a large greyhound and had its teeth clasped on my wrist. Every time I tried to move its grip grew tighter.
On occasions my arm would swing out from the bed cloths as the dog was trying to pull me out of bed.
it was a time when I was lazing in bed out of a job living with my parents.
Seemed like it was saying: “Come on…get on with your life, get some qualification, a job and get a life!”
Been told it was a dog that I had owned from a past incarnation.