She looked down to discover an assortment of large cats, roaming the porch and steps, lying about, and lazily circling her legs. One of the cats approaching her had a dead animal in it's mouth. She stared, dismayed and horrified, as it dropped the mangled, bloodied corpse at her feet and began circling her legs and purring. 'Oh my God. It's a kitten.'
Or, rather, it was a kitten. One sad little eye was propulsed from it's skull, hanging out by the optic nerve fibers. The jaw hung crazily from one mandibular joint, completely dislocated but swinging from a stretch of remaining skin on one side. The fur, matted and bloody. She turned to the side, retching, tears welling up in her eyes for the suffering this little creature had sustained. 'How could that other cat have done this? And why?' As she looked back, she realized it wasn't dead at all, but trying to drag itself over to her, mewling piteously in pain. She noted the front leg, bent at an unnatural angle, bone fragments showing through torn flesh. Somehow, she was going to have to kill it and put it out of it's misery, but she didn't know if she had the guts......"
I'm so sick of dreaming about dying and mutilated animals. I just want to get a little restful sleep and not wake up with my pillow soaked from crying all night.....so frustrating. I've had dreams like this ever since I was little, and there is never anything I can do to help them.