Talking Cats, Murdering Rats and a Mass Murderer

Early this morning I had a dream that I was in a basement and saw a mouse running around. I chased it into the garage. I had the impression I was in the garage of the house where my maternal grandparents lived on Oakman in Detroit while I was growing up. The garage was packed with lots of stuff. I debated leaving the mouse but I kept hearing noises. I suddenly had my maglite flashlight in my hand, turned it on and looked around. I saw a couple large black cats sitting watching me. I was about to head back into the house when more cats appeared and they spoke to me. They told me I had to get rid of the mouse because it was dangerous. I saw the mouse dart out from a hiding place & run to another and it had grown to a rat nearly the size of the large cats watching me. A couple cats ran after the rat and managed to get it out of the hiding place into the open. I ran to it and, wearing my leather work gloves, I grabbed it & pressed it into the ground by it's neck trying to figure out what to do. It bared it's sharp teeth and squirmed trying to get away from me telling me it had to kill me. I looked around to see if there was any kind of container within reach to put the rat into. Suddenly there was a small saw in my hand and a cat sitting nearby told me I would have to kill the rat in order for it to not kill others. The cat had a relatively deep voice, btw, and spoke slowly and calmly.

I was pressing the serated end of the saw blade into the rat's neck being a little squeamish at first but knew I had to finish the job.

Just then someone else walked into the garage and noticed what I was doing and the rat was dead and I was forced to go back into the house. Except the house was suddenly very large warehouse type building and there were at least a hundred or so people standing around scared. I asked what was going on. Someone told me that the man who had escorted me into the building was going to kill us all but did not know how. I looked all around the building and found that people could hide and escape through certain walls behind huge shelves. I started pointing people towards them. As they climbed through, I suddenly had a bird's eye POV near the ceiling 100 feet above and saw the killer taking people into a large room that I could not see the interior of.

Suddenly I was just 30 feet above the floor, sitting on a wooden chair with only the front two legs of the chair balancing on some of the shelving people were climbing to escape. There were just too many people and they couldn't get out fast enough. Someone was balancing on the shelf below me and holding one of the back legs of the chair I was sitting in. I climbed out of the chair and told the man it was not necessary to hold it for me, but he insisted. I was the one leading everyone to safety and he was trying to protect me. I knew the chair was an inconvenience and wondered why it was in my dream and why I was sitting in it and I was trying to figure out how the man could get rid of it without alerting the killer and I continued to climb and I watched other people trying to climb as fast as they could so the people on the floor below could escape when I woke up.