Dream

I started working on something inspired by this dream but Cory saw what I was doing and said I was demented and morbid. Is that necessarily a bad thing when it comes to art? It made me stop to think about it.

Cory and I come home from vacation. There was a man looking out for our cat while we were away but I can't make out who it is. I go to pick up my cat and the man says she has a small cut on her abdomen. The cut is about two inches long. I pick my cat up and as I do the cut rips open. It's now the length of her body and I can see muscles and slimey blood. I start to panick. Cory said he knows what happened. He said she got the cut on her side but she went to walk and the back joint of her leg ripped it open. I tell him we need to get to a vet.