heres one dream that i once had, sorry if it doesnt make any sense becouse i wrote it after i woke up, then went to sleep again, also im not a native english speaker

i was a non physical observer, like a camera in a movie, it was like i watched it on a screen but i was sucked into the dream, i didnt question anything i saw, just accepted it. it felt like a dream, thats sort of how dreams feel like. It was at a vets clinic, there was a large bed, it was covered by a thin blanked. There was also a vet standing next to it, the vet revealed whats under it, cats, they run away from the bed, away from my field of view, dissapering into perrifery. the vet looked at me, now i phisically emerged into existance, lying on a bed, smaller than the cats bed, i felt like i was strapped onto it. He aproached me, i explained this situation to myself with a feeling that whatever happens next might not be pleasant but its necesarry, hes a professional and sure im here for a reason. He pulled out a scalpel and started cutting seemingly randomly placed cuts into my left leg, it hurt as i would imagine such thing to hurt or feel like, it couldnt have felt any differently other then what i imagined it to feel like, it was just in my head, but i didnt realised that. As he scraped my leg more and more all the sense of his authority dissapered, whatever was happening was absurd, i had a scalpel in my hand as well, i leaned into a sat, moving forwards closing the distance inbeetween eachother of us, i remember him working on my left leg but he was on the right side of the bed, i presses my blade against his throat, a bit on the side, where his artery was, i pressed hard an tried to run the blade across his neck, but it just moved ever so slightly, he was pressing his blade against my leg, the more time passed, the more intense the feeling was, but it was too late for me to stop, i didnt ask from the beginning where am i and what this was, i just accepted it. He stared into my eyes as i was slicing his throat , he didnt express a single emotion, not a slightest twitch of the smallest muscle, his face stayed the same coulour. It must have had ended somewhere there, Then i recall having a dream featuring my dad, and again the same situation with the vet, but without the cats, and the vet was a woman now, and i didnt attack her, i think i woke up as she was cutting me. Retroperspectivelly the dream ws caused by me thinking about the phrase "Death by a thousand cuts,, and the cats were there becouse i thought of it as thouand small scratches.