Uh-oh, the Jaguar is in the Window Again

I had some pretty freaky dreams last night.  I want to get in the habit of writing them down again, because the more I do, the more I remember.  At one point, DH and I were moving back into our old townhouse.  My brother and his fiance were also moving into the same townhouses, and we were helping each other move.  We had a lot of pets, and we couldn't let the landlords know.  We had only paid the security deposit for two pets, but our jaguar was running around in the front yard.  I was angry at DH for letting him out, because we could get in trouble.  We got him back in the apartment, and he immediately jumped up to the big windowsill.  I knew we would eventually get in trouble because someone would see him.  We also went to my brother and H.'s apartment, and it was spectacular.  They had two staircases.  One of them went up to a huge walk in closet/bathroom area.  They had huge closets and a hot tub and it was awesome.  At one point, I was either dreaming that I knew it was a dream, or I actually knew it was a dream.  (What's the difference?  I'm not really sure.)  So I decided to start doing things that I couldn't in real life, life fly and yell real loud.  But I didn't want to get too excited because I knew I would wake up, so every time the scenery started going blurry I tried to calm myself down and keep going.  Eventually, I did wake myself up, which is what always happens.