One minute I was in bed, the next I was out. It happened that quickly because when you wake up at 3 in the morning, furiously slapping the imaginary, four-legged vermin from your hair, the body moves without your permission.
“AH! AH! AH! OH MY GOD, AN ANIMAL JUST RAN OVER MY HEAD! BWAHAAAA!”
Ben wasn’t fully awake, and didn’t hear me, and in the dim light, all he saw through his sleepy eyes was his wife wrestling with her own head.
“What the hell is wrong?”
“An animal! A mouse! A mouse ran over my head! Oh my God where is it? Is it under the bed?”
“Meredith, you were dreaming. Go back to bed.”
So I did. About 2 hours later after I was absolutely sure nothing was scurrying around my nightstand.
Then, the other night, it happened again. A figment of my imagination ran over my head, except this time instead of hurling myself out of bed and whipping my head around like a young Bret Michaels, I swung my torso towards Ben until our heads connected.
“AGGGGGH!!! An animal ran over my head, again!”
“Ouch! What is wrong with you?” You were dreaming, again. Go back to sleep.”
So this is it, huh? I’ve made it 37 years without once hallucinating about animals running over my head and now this? This is what 37 years of being a good person has gotten me? Pretend animals roaming around my pillows? Am I being punished for that time I threw the family cat on my dad while he was napping on the couch? What? Hasn’t everyone thrown a pet on their parents?
Or is it because our cat has been systematically dumping dead mice corpses under the swing set like it’s the Chicago River? Everyday a new dead thing to find. What a gift! Cats are the gift that keep giving.
The killing spree has gotten to the point where the girls are matter-of-factly like, “There’s another dead mouse under my swing.” And we’re like, “No, that mouse isn’t dead it’s just sleeping!” And they’re all, “You’re pathetic. Don’t you know a dead body when you see one?”
Ben’s in charge of all things dead and dying in our family. Until this past week, I’ve made a point to NOT know what happens to the dead bodies. If it’s good enough for Mrs. Soprano then it’s good enough for this wife. But then, the kids started watching the backyard, crime scene cleanups and the other day while Ben was making to dispose of a body I heard the girls chirp, “Look! It’s like he’s going to eat it with chopsticks.” Meaning, he took two sticks and scooped up the...he took two sticks to move the body...ALRIGHT FINE...he used them like a pair of chopsticks and lifted its lifeless body off the ground and then dumped it in the bushes! Now, who’s in the mood for a California Roll?
Anyway, any ideas why I might be dreaming about rodents running over my head?
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I'm deathly scared of rodents (and planes but that's for another comment) so if I even dreamt one had run across my head I would just get up and start packing my boxes. Actually, we had a mouse in our kitchen recently (the cat got it - we stopped trying to sell her on ebay for a week after that) and I haven't been able to really make any food since.
I'd be very worried that all the little mouse corpses were going to grow together into one large zombie mouse. Ben needs to start putting them in the neighbors bushes.
OMG - selling your cat on eBay. Love it.
Google says if you see mice in your dreams, you are spending too much time dwelling on insignificant problems. It says if mice are eating in your dreams, someone is trying to bring down your self confidence. It doesn't mention what it means if mice are running on your head, but, being a professional dreamer, I can tell you that it means that you are a nutball.
Fair enough?
Does google really say that? Google is like so smart. Your diagnosis is probably spot on.
I ALWAYS dream about a rodent invasion in my house when I feel like my house is unorganized or messy. I usually wake up super skeeved out, though I can't recall really waking up thinking that it's happening. Although where we live, anything is possible, so my husband would probably end up believing me and we'd spend the rest of the night on a fruitless mouse hunt.
Well I'm screwed. My house is always an unorganized mess. This didn't help. Alright, off to set fake traps for my imaginary rodents.
For both of our sanity, I hope there are not real mice in your bedroom. That said, I tend to dream about scary animals or bugs when I am stressed or feeling out of control over something. It's like the beast in the dream is actually a part of myself that I am fighting. I think.
Great insight. Plus, I didn't have to pay for it. EVEN BETTER!
I live in a Cape style house, which means the sloped ceiling in our bedroom is our roof on the other side. It just so happens that the bit of roof above where I lay my weary head is a landing strip for flying squirrels. Hearing those rodents scamper back and forth all night frequently causes me to dream about squirrels digging a hole through the roof and attacking my face.
I'm pretty sure the squirrel is a smaller sized version of the crazy-ass honey badger.
Ew! Just EW! Do you really dump mice corpses in the river? Wow.... Although, who am I to talk. I let my cats kill mice they see. Circle of life?
Ew! Just EW! Do you watch when they do it? Ugh, Face of Death rodent addition!
I'm thinking there ARE mice running over your head, and he is just PRETENDING he doesn't see them too so that he can put you away and get the insurance money...
... and don't try to tell ME I'm Delusional, I've heard that one too many times to buy it
PS I've finally gotten around to making a facebook page, wont you like me so that on top of delusional I don't also become depressed or paranoid?
http://www.facebook.com/pages/OnSanity/171254406258393
Have you met my husband, because that is EXACTLY what I was thinking! Also, I liked your page, of course! Good for you for putting it together. If you ever want to know how to accidentally delete that page, just let me know. I'm your woman [because I'm experienced in inadvertently deleting FB pages:]!
I haven't seen a real mouse in the house in about nine months, but I STILL see flashes of phantom mice at night when the house is dark and quiet. Mice are motherfuckers.
Also, I thought we made a pact never to mention them again.
Dana, this is the thing. I haven't seen a mouse in our house all winter! So obviously, this is the Universe having its fun with me!
I don't want to freak you out or anything but don't you wonder where your cat gets all those dead mice he's depositing in your yard? I'm just saying... maybe you're not dreaming.....
(ok, maybe I DO want to freak you out just a little... bwahahahaha)
AHHHHHHHHH!!!!
clearly you are dreaming about rodents running over your head because you want to be at my house.
3 weeks ago, our renters called to tell us we have rats in our house. we have spent THOUSANDS on those fucking rodents and traps and all things to kill their nests under our kitchen. the renters have two, obviously lazy, cats that are incapable of killing these fuckers.
so... again, clearly you are dreaming about rodents running over your head because you want to be at my house. really this is just another sign that we are destined to be together.
Well, obviously this is a sign...and OH MY GOD RATS! I had to pull my feet off the floor when I read this!