Dream about talking rat

Dream about Talking Rat points at your desires for a more gratifying and exciting life. You are experiencing new found freedom to do what you want and go where you want. There is a force that is drawing you toward a certain direction, thinking or habit. Your dream signifies a balance between dominance and nurturance. You are experiencing some struggle in your life journey.

Talking Rat denotes desertion and abandonment. You are in the beginning stages of romantic love. You are questioning your identity. The dream is a sign for power, leadership and authority. You need to lighten up and show your humorous side.

Dream about both “Talk” and “Rat” draws attention to little progress in attaining your goals. You may need to let down your defenses. You need to consider opposing viewpoints. This dream means a situation where you have almost everything that you can possible want or need. Something bad is happening.

Dream about talking rat is about mutual goals and teamwork. You are approaching a situation from a new direction. You feel that you are standing in solid ground. The dream points to something that you are trying to process or digest. You need to take a break from life’s demands so you can replenish your energy.

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Joe

Dreamt about a rat talking to me, then later I saw a rat changing into a gorilla which wanted to talk to me but it ran and suddenly changed into a small rat. I later saw a rat enclosed in a polythene struggling to get out but later changed into a hen.

Kerta

An old couple in a dirty house were being investigating for the disappearance of a child. I watched the investigators storm the house and save the boy that was trapped. The old man was ran over with a car and the woman was shot dead. Inside the house there was a pile of talking rats the old woman had forced to tell her things. They were trapped too. I picked one up and it spoke to me. It left a pink slime on my hand. I carried it around listened. Though I don’t remember what it told me.