At home in nyc. Dreamt the fattest rat imaginable was coming down the stairs, Old Spot in hot pursuit. The rat was almost acting like a dog. Sport would try to sniff him snout to snout.

I got my bb gun and got ready to shoot the thing. It vanished but I could not see how, such a large creature in such a small space.

I dreamt of the effect a rat would have on my data loading at work, which had somehow veered into extracting things from animals. I thought about feeding this rat to a crocodile.

I dreamt of a reality or news show interviewing a woman who thought she had the right to euthanize not only her domesticated pigs, but her husband / boyfriend, citing nutrient deficiencies that made them depend on her. He agreed that made sense.