Giant Rats

To the best of my recollection, last night’s dream started with me hanging out with a bunch of people on the front porch of someone’s house… I remember Emily, Mo, and Mike being there… I had invented some kind of rubik’s puzzle-like-device that contained deep political satire… it was an american flag w/ the stars made of some kind of anti-establishment buttons (the kind of button you pin to your clothes and wear) and when you folded it just right it turned into something significant… I don’t see, at this point, how the device worked but I was pretty impressed with myself in the dream and i ran into the house to grab it to show everyone.

When I got into the bedroom where it was kept, I started rummaging around for it on the floor. There was so much junk laying everywhere that I started throwing it all on the bed in hopes that it’d find the flag. But everything i threw up in the air stayed in the air. I grabbed some books and held them above the bed and let go… and they wouldn’t fall… i began to move objects around with my mind… moving them this way and that… i was confused… thought i might be hallucinating and ran a test or two to see if i was imagining my telekinetic abilities but, as is the case with intense hallucination, there was too much overlap with reality and i could not tell.

i went back outside and people were getting ready to go on a hike with a shaman… he looked like your typical indiginous south american shaman, dressed in dark colors but i remember distinctly a bright flash of red on him somewhere… like a headband or something…

I followed him, along with two other people … one calm thin guy and one portly guy who was way too excitable… we made our way down this forest path to a bend in the road where there was a stone bird-bath. The shaman pulled out his staff and for a second i thought maybe i should run back home and grab my staff too but we had come too far already.

He began some kind of ceremony, using the bird-bath in front of him as some kind of mixing bowl or offering bowl. The excitable portly guy hid behind me and held onto my shoulders… yammering at me about what the shaman was doing and whether or not we should stick around. I told him i needed my personal space and that he was being too clingy… also he was preventing me from observing the ceremony. He kept clinging all over me and I finally snapped and said “DUDE…. i like you and everything … you’re a nice guy … but for real … I’m going to punch you if you don’t give me a little breathing room.”

He backed away and i turned my attention back to the bird-bath… and the shaman was gone! Vanished. Inside the bird-bath was some kind of thick reddish liquid and two meaty-looking rats were fighting in it… The skinny guy shouted “RATS!!!” and I turned to see him being attacked by several rats on the ground. I started kicking at the ones that were trying to crawl up my legs but before long they began to outnumber me. I started running down the path… deeper into the woods. One of them bit me on the left hand and I flung him off into the trees. I looked behind me and to my shock there were now HUGE rats chasing me… about the size of german shepards… dark and demonic like something out of “the dark crystal”

I ran up to the front door of a cottage and burst through… “RATS!!!” I shouted. The people in the cottage started laughing at me… There was brown/white field mouse in the hallway and they pointed at it… “like that one?”

“NO!” i exclaimed… “BIG rats! like dogs!” They wouldn’t stop laughing so I ran down the hall, past the little mouse and out the back door…

I came to a dirt road on the coast… slightly slanted uphill, with a rock wall to my left and large egg-shaped rocks on my right, arranged several feet apart and in straight line, like a fence all the way down the road as far as i could see… on the other side of this wall of rocks was a mild slope, and then a beach… the ocean, skies and rocks were dark gray and everything felt dismal.

It appeared that I had lost the rats so I walked up this path and after a few minute I felt this thundering vibration… I looked out between two giant rocks into the surf and there was the most monstrous rat I have ever seen… about the size of a dinosaur, lumbering slowly, ankle-deep in the water… it had blood from it’s last meal all over it’s chin and it’s thick fur was matted and dirty… wet from the ocean water.

I took a step back and the sound of the rocks shifting beneath my feet caught it’s attention. it turned to look for me and I tried to hid behind the rock. It’s enormous head came peeking around the corner, it’s notrils flaring, trying to catch my scent. I scuttled around the other side of the rock like a squirril on a tree… trying to move as silently as possible. I was absolutely terrified. i thought to myself “This is how i’m going to die… I’m going to be eaten by this monster of a rat… right here… right now.” I looked back down the path and there were 2 more of these monstrocities approaching.

Panic. Desperation. Then, suddenly, I was somebody else. i was a different person entirely… in an upstairs apartment far away from that hellish beach and hanging around a group of people… I jumped up and told them “Steve is in serious trouble. We have to go rescue him. Do we have any weapons?”

“We have that gun over there.” someone said and pointed at a 50 caibur rifle… while seeming like a great choice, I also realized i had no idea how to use it.

“Ok what else do we have?” I asked…

“Swords… we have those swords in the closet.”

Not bad, I thought… better for close-range combat with those giant rats.. I pulled four swords out of the closet… one bent… one rusty… one made of wood… and one without a handle. I unsheathed the rusty one and there was another sheath… a paper one like the kind kitchen knives come packaged in. I pulled it off and there was another one. and another. and another. and another. “Crap,” I thought, “by the time i get to the blade it’s going to be the size of steak-knife… this won’t do at all.”

The only two people who were willing to help me rescue “steve” were my parents… they weren’t “steve’s” parents… they were two people I’d never seen. They ran downstairs to get the car ready and I (whoever i was) tried to grab my laptop that was sitting on the front porch and put it in the apartment before locking up… I was stopped by a landlord-type-guy who was furious and yelling at me about something. I told him that I didn’t have time and we’d have to talk later. I almost dropped the laptop off the railing but managed to get it inside. I locked the door and ran downstairs where my parents were waiting for me in a blue volkswagen beetle (the old kind)

This is about when I woke up… panting and sweating… I laid back and contemplated the meaning of the dream for a while… I still have no interpretation but in retrospect it feels a lot like the shaman transported me to “the underworld”… a dark place full of dark creatures and i wonder if somehow my soul had gotten stuck there. Who was this person I had become who was going to come rescue my soul and return it to the real world? What is the significance of my telekinesis? I was on the verge of going lucid but never quite made it… then i was whisked away into the woods to be transported into another world. Also… they say if you see an animal 3 times (or from 3 different angles) while in a trance it means that is your spirit animal. I have had one experience in the past where, in a vision, I followed a furry animal down a burrow and thought maybe that was my spirit animal… could it have been a rat? Does your spirit animal ever try to attack you? Because i DID see these giant rats in a group of three… maybe they wouldn’t have eaten me… maybe i shouldn’t have run.

i dunno… anyone got any insight?

1 Comment

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  SeventhSwami August 2, 2007 at 6:27 pm

  4 Comments

  Bo
  Thu, August 2, 2007 – 2:46 PM
  Dang. I want fun and crazy dreams like this… Mine are all boring lately.

  Chlorophil
  Fri, August 3, 2007 – 12:53 AM
  im not sure what it means, try research online dream inerpretions, cool pic, is that your work?

  Swami
  Fri, August 3, 2007 – 8:57 AM
  yeah i sketched that during a really boring meeting

  Chlorophil
  Fri, August 3, 2007 – 9:48 AM
  cool