I don’t remember most of my dream. It had something to do with buying swimsuits and going to Paris on a huge █████████ family trip.

In the last part of the dream, I’m a beautiful, thin, blonde woman in a flowing white dress. It’s summer and I’m in the █████████ front yard.

The kids are playing a stupid little game where they run towards the road whenever a car comes by. They are wearing silly masks to try to scare the drivers.

After a few rounds of the game, a huge truck, bigger than any big rig I’ve ever seen, goes by. █████ runs into the road and falls under the tires. At first I think he’s ok, but I walk towards where he is lying on the road and see that he is dead.

There is no blood. His body is sort of cut in two parts with nasty white mushy stuff all over the road where he is cut in half.

My mind must have not liked that dream because it cuts to me, the real me, holding something and crying in the spot where █████ should have been. It’s Rocky. In this dream, he’s as big █████, not like a normal cat.

I sit on the road cradling Rocky’s body in my arms crying, “MY KITTY! WHY MY KITTY?

The dream ends.