Nightmare of the Century

Last night, I had this wild dream where I was trapped in a room with a gigantic mouse inside a box.
Seriously, this mouse was like the size of my dog!
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I panicked and grabbed whatever I could find—my phone, a shoe, you name it—to fight it off.
The adrenaline rush was insane!
But when I finally managed to "take it down," it felt like such an odd mix of victory and disgust.
Why am I dreaming about mice?
Is my subconscious trying to tell me something?
Or maybe it's just my mind's way of processing all the icky stuff from life?
Anyone else ever have weird dreams that feel super real but make zero sense in the morning?
Share your thoughts!