Prince and the Pauper-like dream in which I was mistaken for a very wealthy and somewhat philanthropic corporate head. At one point I was driving around in his black Miata, with his dog. We stopped at some random house in a kinda run-down neighborhood, but their yard was guarded by a pair of wild cougars or some similar kind of giant cat. Then this girl who lived there came out and called the cats down, but the dog had gotten scared and bolted, and broke its leg. There was bone sticking out and it looked really sad. So the girl and I ran the dog back to the rich guy's estate to be taken care of.
Apparently much time then went by, because it was years later. The girl and I were good friends, I was spending more and more time living the life of the millionaire (who wanted to isolate himself from humanity). The dog had gotten old and died, as had the wild giant cats, so we buried him in her front yard.