Jade and I had bought the house I lived in back in Merced. We'd been living there a little while, but had gone on vacation to the Grand Canyon, which I last visited about fifteen years ago. I was horrified to see that, in the past fifteen years, my parents' dire warning had come true: If everyone in America threw a rock into the Canyon, it would start to fill up. It looked terrible. So we went to a nearby lake instead. We were fishing or water-skiing or something when suddenly we heard the high-pitched shriek of a jet aircraft. I looked up and there was a military fighter screaming towards us in excess of Mach 2. And somehow I realized that it was being piloted by Jade's best friend, Kari, who was the person taking care of the house (and the cats) while we were on vacation.
Kari's coming in too low and she crashes directly into the lake at full speed. We zip our boat out to the crash site, sure that she's dead, but Kari's totally fine. She didn't know how to land the plane so she deliberately engaged in a controlled crash. The reason she's come out here is that she has some really important news for us, and I'd forgotten my cell phone charger so it had decharged and thus she had no way to call us. So she'd borrowed a fighter from the military and flown straight out here instead. She's very resourceful that way.
Unfortunately the news is bad: One of our cats, Cricket, is dead, along with two other small cats in the neighborhood. Not just dead from an accident or a fight with a dog: No, they were snared, tortured, and killed by our neighbor, Billy. Billy was my little brother's best friend way back (again, about fifteen years ago) and he was always one of those destructive bad kids. Apparently, he'd grown up to be something of a psychopath adult and he, too, had returned to buy the house he'd lived in back in Merced. And now he'd killed one of our cats in a vicious and horrible manner (as I recall, he'd tied the three cats behind his car and dragged them around the block several times).
The dream, at that point, started to shift into a "I am going to fuck his shit up so bad he'll wish he'd killed himself when he was ten" revenge thing but I woke up before it really made the change over.