Last night and the night before I've woken to dreams about organizing stuff. The night before i don't remember the setting, but I was trying to make stuff more neat and orderly in a confined space. Last night I was helping my mom paint a room and move furniture and open windows that were boarded up. Outside the room was an exotic animal pasture where you could look out the window and see rare African animals. I jumped out the window and starting talking to one of the ranchers and he was burying a dog that had been disemboweled by one of the animals. He pet it's butt as he scooped the dirt over him to bury him and the dog jumped up and I said "He's still alive!" and the ranchers said "Yeah but not for long." I then wanted to stop seeing that so I went back into the room and my mom had done A TON of stuff while i was gone and we kept cleaning.