Dream About Cat Killed Third Floor Fifth Floor Chaos Gang Threats

I dreamed that my dad told me that a cat he planned to adopt was killed. One eye was on the third floor and the body was behind the fifth floor. I was with my family. I forgot which country we were in. The environment fell into chaos and I went out alone. There was a group of men who seemed to be black, but they were all men. They had baseball bats in their hands and asked me for a piece of cash. I said I was really sorry, but I didn’t have any cash. After I told them a few times, they turned around and asked other passers-by for money. If they didn’t give me money, they would hit me in the back. My dad and I met up, and those people with baseball bats in their hands forced those of us who had no business to line up in a row. I don’t know why. There were so many of them, about the same number as normal passers-by. They would beat people, but they seemed to only hit men. We could only listen to them and forget what happened, then they left. After they left, we passers-by complained about the world. If they didn’t have so many people or didn’t have anyone to deal with, we would have joined forces to resist.