We were in my mom's living room but not exactly that room. You know how dreams are like that.
Flynn was sitting upright by mom's old Singer sewing machine, the kind in the wooden table case. Suddenly, from that sitting position, he *sprong* did a back flip! His landing was a bit rough, on his belly, but he was undaunted. He reseated himself and... did it again!
I excitedly turned to the imaginary dream-person beside me to ask if they had seen this remarkable feat. "Did you see that?!? Did you see Flynn do back flips?!?"
Then I woke up, and found Flynn's back paws firmly planted on my right leg.