Midnight visitor?

A couple of nights ago Eric and I woke up to a child jumping into our bed. As I came to, I realized Molly was burrowing in between us. This is not a common occurrence at our house, and she seemed pretty scared and adamant about staying in our bed, so I asked what was wrong. She told me that she had almost been eaten. What?! I asked her what was going to eat her. She replied with, "A moose. Now don't talk about him anymore because I don't want him to eat me." Hmmm. I assured her that we didn't allow moose in the house and shortly after she was back in bed. Must have been an interesting dream...