I dreamed I was an otter.

It was niight but then humans began encroaching on our territory so the other animals and me began fighting back. There were native humans tribespeople that we got along with just fine but there were new peoples... One kissed the native guy but then was eaten by an alligator. I rode on the back of said gator to go maul the director of the bad people but he was too well guarded and I got shot. I used him as a bullet shield so still got him but the damage was done to me. I slowly turned into a human and was captured and taken to a zoo research lab. I broke out and stole a tranquilized gun. Eventually I made it out and headed for a big river. I still had my lung capacity from when I was an otter but nothing else. So after shedding my clothes I tried to get into the river which was heavily polluted but after a bit of struggling and finally getting through the muck I got to the water but without my tail and webbed feet I couldn't fight the current so I had to give up as even with the lung capacity I couldn't get back home....

Wish this story had a happy ending but it didn't

Also you now get my weirdness. Enjoy Weasyl :P