I was in a different house. I guess I'd moved there. My backyard chicken setup now included a rooster. The white rooster kept getting out. Once I chased him down I threw him in a sack and took care of some other chores on my way back to the coop. The details are fuzzy in my memory, but something distracted me and it was evening before I remembered the sack and that I needed to return the rooster to the coop. This distraction may have actually been the majority of the dream, but I only remember the part relating to the rooster. By the time I remembered the sack, the rooster had suffocated. Naturally I felt pretty bad about this, and went up to the attic of the new/different house I lived in to clean up the carcass. Then I went to go deal with the rooster. The sack contained a plastic reusable shopping bag with the rooster inside it (no wonder it suffocated). I felt terrible for it as I realized how panicked and tortuous it's death must have been. It was 3am now and it occurred to me the carcass had been left at room temp too long to clean and eat the meat (strange how time passes in a dream). All of this because of my carelessness. The corpse was rotting away. I felt suddenly that it's death had created some kind of demonic energy that was still in the room and I was cursed. The rot attracted flies. And as I tried to bat them away only more flies came. I batted furiously. Soon an impossible number of flies were swarming all over me, crawling all around the folds of my eyes and corners of my mouth. At last I gave out, and fell onto the floor limp. Some terrible thing reached me and pulled me through the floorboards. And as I fell down a void opened all around me and I knew that I was doomed.