Dream About Violence And Identity

In one part of the dream, I was a young woman, maybe early 20s, living alone, and I didn't have much money, so I was pawning almost everything I owned. A guy needed a ride, so I picked him up. We had a wreck, and it turns out that we were both drunk from the vehicle, and he had a gun. There was a cat running around, and he shot the cat, then he picked it up and looked into its eyes and shot it again, and he's just asking it, what's wrong? Then he had a flashback of his mother abusing him physically, holding him and looking into his eyes and saying, what's wrong? In the next part of the dream, I was a young woman, early 20s, police officer, and two of my colleagues were fired because of fraud or bad conduct. We got two more recruits, and we were assigned which ones to work with. In the last part of the dream, I was perhaps mid-20s, and I was a doctor, and my first patient was an elderly man who actually was my patient in real life, but he had had a heart attack, and also for some reason, they had to cut off the front part of his skull. His wife was responsible for keeping the interior of the dome clean. Then my next patient was Martha Stewart. She was very concerned about brief chest pains with shortness of breath she was having. I saw two of my former instructor doctors. I had told her to go to the ER when it happened or call 911. I asked them if that was correct, and they indicated that it was.