Last night I dreamt that John and I were in a car next to a park of some kind. We saw a rabbit and then noticed that a wildcat was hunting it. For some reason there was also a chicken in the background (!). I grabbed my camera and started taking pictures. Suddenly the wildcat noticed us and came and jumped on the side of the car. I was terrified but still taking photos, and telling John to "go, go!!!". The wildcat still hung on to the side of the car. Somehow I was trying to pry it off the side of the car and couldn't get rid of it. I noticed then that it's teeth and claws weren't very sharp.
In the next scene I'd adopted the wildcat and was at a stage set of some kind, working with the people there. It wasn't dressed for a play, just more the raised stage with curtains, and people there.
In my dream, the cat had gone away (back to nature, maybe?) and I had pulled out my camera to show someone pictures of the wildcat and tell them about how it wasn't really that dangerous, but when I was going through the images on my camera, they weren't the ones I'd taken. These pictures showed a bigger cat with some leopard-spotted textures on his back, bloody and feeding on a rabbit. As I scrolled through the pictures there was an image of three African children hiding between the branches of a tree, a seven or eight year old with two babies, and somehow I knew that they were in danger that the cat would attack them and eat one of the babies.
End of dream.... That I remember...
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