I'm just leaving work, and right inside the door is a badly maimed squirrel, all blood and guts and certainly terminally injured, but still barely alive, and making a small complaining bark. Holy crap, who could have put this here and just walked away?

Just outside the door, and over to the left by the smoker's corner is another one, just as badly injured, also in it last minutes of extreme pain and torture. I think I have to put them out of their misery, but I don't have anything with which to do that. I don't have any shoes on, but I think if I put on my tennis shoes, I could probably stomp on their heads and crush them. But my shoes are soft, and my right foot is still sore and clumsy (true to life) because of my broken heel. I'm still wondering how this happened, who did this terrible thing.

There is a large rectangular cluster of hedge near there, but in this dream it is flat on top, and there is a large hidden space underneath. I peek down under there, and a few rats and small creatures scatter, and I also see a dozen or so people, a poor family I had forgotten, who live under there but hide in the daytime, and nobody knows about them except me. They all look at me with wide, scared eyes, but an old man in the back lifts a hand up and waves to me.