That I was delivering pizzas again. It was raining and for some reason I was also hauling around my beau and my father. I was trying to find 1224 Periwinkle and I’d found Periwinkle St. but the part of the street that should have had that number was empty on the even side. I got out to try to find it and a woman started screaming. She found an unconscious cat in her garden and was raising it up over her head. It looked dead but just a moment later after she put it down it was clear that it just had a broken leg. I tried to convince her to take it to the vet but she said that there was blood, that it had internal wounds and would only die. I didn’t have the money to take it to the vet and I was falling down on my knees crying that no one would help the cat. My receipt got wet and I decided to try to call the house to get directions but I kept fumbling and messing up the numbers, having to erase a number over and over again to get to the end of the phone number (this is a reoccuring bit in my dreams, trying to dial a phone and being unable to).