Yesterday's dream had a part that broke my heart-

A flock of hummingbirds flew into a restaurant as one of them landed on my arm. It seemed to have a broken leg. The cashier was a doctor so I took the poor, panting bird to him. After he somehow used a measuring tape to measure its beak, I placed it on the table and it died.

I was heartbroken as I sat back on my seat and held my head. I took off my glasses as I feel nauseous looking at corpses and carcasses (like in real life). I felt bad for the bird but I was happy that it's now living happily in the afterlife.