The tale of six cats, a cat-killing couple and an angry cheerleader

I had met up with my brother at old Giants Stadium for some college football game but he was looking for the older couple who had watched his fat, orange tabby cat* while he had been out of town. I brought my cats with me and they were in my brother's car along with our parents' two cats. As we walked through the concourse of the arena, we had a hard time staying together because it was so packed with tons of people. We got to the practice gym (which of course was off of the concourse?) and just outside the door was the cheerleaders practicing for the game. I accidentally bumped into one of them who had her left arm in a sling and she was really upset with me despite my apology. She was a light-skinned black girl with wild short curly hair and as I followed my brother through the gym, she followed me saying really nasty, mean things. We crossed the gym floor right along center court and when got to the other side, the older couple that had been cat-sitting my brother's cat were there, walking in from the doors on that side. Behind them, I could see the football field and tons of people in their seats.

Steve said hi to them and they handed him a bag of sourdough bread in the shape of a cat - it looked like this except a cat not an alligator. It was way too light to be an actual cat but I grabbed it from him and ripped off the plastic because I thought it actually was his cat and obviously the cat needed to breathe. Steve was really upset and confused; the older couple explained that the cat had gotten sick while they were watching him and the vet they took him to suggested putting him down, so they did. Steve started to cry because they hadn't called him to ask if it was okay, and he loved that cat. I felt awful for him but the cheerleader started running her mouth again so I turned to face her to tell her off. I told her how rude it was that they all took up so much space on the concourse during such a busy time and she responded by punching me in the shoulder. I really wanted to hit her back but I held back for some reason. She tried to bait me into hitting her by hitting me again, but Steve was wrapping up his conversation with the older couple so I just walked away.

We got outside and I tried to console him as we walked to his car. We got to the parking spot and all five cats - my three and our parents' two - were laying around the wheels, basking in the sun. I opened up the trunk of the metallic gray 4Runner and grabbed Charlie by the collar and dropped him inside, shutting the trunk door behind him. I had to gather the rest of the cats and each time I had to shut the trunk behind them so that they didn't run out. I got Cali next - who looked nothing like she does in real life; she was all black - then Raider. I watched through the window as Raider and Charlie sniffed each other and they seemed to get along, so I turned my attention back to the rest of the cats. Diamond tried to bolt past me but I was able to cuff her and collect her into my arms. I got her inside the car, then had to go to the back seat on the passenger side to get Cash, who, through all the commotion, was laying halfway under the car next to the back right tire. She saw me trying to sneak up on her and she hopped to her feet, ready to bolt, but I reached down and snagged her tail just in the nick of time. She meowed at me but I gathered her and put her inside the car on the passenger side, then got into the front seat and Steve and I drove away, headed home.

There was more to this dream but I can't recall anything other than I think it was set in high school.

*He doesn't actually have a cat in real life.