Glue-Gons (night of 14/01/2024)

In a suburban house at night. I am with a young woman who lives there - perhaps the daughter of the house. Some kinf of dining room. Dark windows. It feels like night-time - the kind of silence that comes when you go downstairs in the middle of the night. The woman has made one or two 'Glue Gons' - these are basically glue guns (and do indeed resemble a gun) - but is pronounced differently 'gons' rhyming with 'dons'. These Glue Gons are somehow connected with the robot servants in the house - tall intimidating humanoids - there is one, maybe two of them. The robot servants have gone wrong and become dangerous. We leave the house in a hurry. I take hold of her hand. Maybe we will end up kissing? Dark suburban street, lit by white streetlamps. I look back at the house and the front door opens. We are momentarily relieved - the robot servants cannot leave the house. To my horror, the robot servant does - his mouth opens in a cry of rage. Terrified, I see him run towards us at astonishing speed.
I wake up screaming.