I had an odd dream today; this morning, actually, so let me see how much detail I can recall. I was driving, and stopped because I saw a kitten in the road. Then by the side of the road I saw an adult cat, except it looked very large. Too big to be a normal domestic cat. It had fiercer-looking features. And in the way that dreams have of things changing without your being aware that they change, and where the story is continuous in that something turns into something else but then it was always that thing that it turned into, the large cat was now a small mountain lion. At first I wasn’t sure if it was a mountain lion, because it seemed like a cross between a cat and something else. But then I was sure it was a lion. I wasn’t scared though because inside the car I’d be safe. I regarded it and it regarded me, and then it starting scratching the side of the car. Not wishing to have that permanent souvenier of the encounter, I drove off. Then I looked back (but really somehow this was in front of me) and saw the lion limping on a paw twisted at an unnatural angle. I realized that I had run over its foot. I felt sorry for it and didn’t know what to do, so I went home to look in a phone book for an animal help service I could call. I wanted to ask my family members for advice, but they seemed like they were in shock or mourning for something. I was afraid that a relative had died. The sense of the story changed, and after this I don’t remember what happened.