I had a dream ....... I don't usually remember any of my dreams.... but with all the angst that has been happening ....hmmmmmm .... I wonder this dream means.

I was in a kitchen...not my own kitchen and sometimes the scene would change to the basement.

There were rats all around. Big rats....about the size of cats! I was talking to some people that were there. I don't know if I even knew these people. There faces were blurred. I was trying to get them to help me get rid of the rats......but they did not seem to think it was a big deal, but I DID. I kept trying to shoo the rats out and kept trying to get those people to help me. When the scene was in the kitchen ... it was kind of sunny and the faceless people were in that room, just observing me.

When the scene changed to the basement...it was kind of gloomy and I was alone with the rats. The scene switched back and forth a few times. When I was in the basement I was trying to kick the rats out. In the kitchen I was just shouting and trying to get these people involved in helping me.

Finally at the end of the dream I realized that I would have to take matters into my own hands and resorted to killing them myself with a pitch fork. When I woke up I was still int that basement killing the giant rats...and each time I stabbed them ... it was as if they were made of mud and I heard a sound like when you try to shovel wet dirt. To top it off...after I had them on the pitchfork the rats sort looked like "new-age paintings of rats.

I hadn't killed them all but was trying to....but then I just woke up.

Wow........I have some theories about this but I wonder what you think??