The amputated arm

I had a really messed up dream about my ex husband yesterday. His arm was amputated and I had to take it back to his body. So I'm walking through the suburban streets at night with this bloody arm, amputated at the elbow. Then it starts to move. It's grabbing my hand, and it's wriggling all over. And it's getting shorter! The bloody stump is moving down the arm until it's at the wrist. As it's getting shorter, it's getting stronger. It frees itself from my hand and hurls itself onto the hood of a car, bouncing onto the windshield, leaving smudges of blood. It then hurls itself into the bushes.

Remembering that I still have to get it to its owner, I pick it up and start to run with it. I see, in someone's driveway, a few guys shooting hoops, and there are about 5 dogs hanging around with them. They get the scent of blood and meat, which is now all over my hands, and they start to run with me. I wake up to me yelling at them telling them to go away.

Sometimes dreams make no sense at all.