I had this dream awhile ago, what do you think?

It was in a series of interlocking dreams but I can't remember the others (this wasn't the last one so I don't know why it stuck with me). In the dream I'm only about nine or ten and I'm sneaking around with a friend (no one I know, just another little kid) and I know the house belongs to a creepy guy (I don't know how I knew, it started out as one of those dreams you can't control at all). We heard footsteps coming so we hid in a closet near the living room.

The living room had shelves all on one wall with lots of books. The man puts down a stuffed wolf on one of the shelves and leaves it there. I look for my friend but they're gone. I go to the shelf (I was more in control now) and pick up the stuffed wolf. I see that it's split down the middle with fluff sticking out.

The wolf twists in my hands, as though alive and from nowhere it has what looks like a porcupine quill and string in its mouth. It sews itself back up and I put it back on the shelf where it sits down and growls at me.