Mouse flying carpet

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I dreamed I was in the house my mother’s mother lived in when I was growing up.
She had called me over as there were mice in her walls and she wanted me to get rid of them.

I looked around and there were several places high in the walls of her house where there were holes. I could see the kind of loose fabric things mice like making nests out of inside the holes.

I took a broom stick and began poking at one of the holes in the living room. Mice started looking out of the hole and several of them fell out and drifted slowly to the ground like falling feathers, not mice.
I grabbed them and threw them out the front door into the yard.

As I came back into the room, I saw the mice were gathering together in the hole, gripping onto each other side to side and grabbing the tails of the mice in front of them to make a sort of woven mat of mice hanging out of the hole.
As I watched, they pushed off and a sort of flying carpet of mice holding onto each other undulated off the wall and began drifting around the room near the ceiling.

“I need a butterfly net, not this,” I said, handing the broom handle to my grandmother.
“I don’t have one of those,” she said.
“Then, we’re going to have to try and scare them outside. Go open the front door again.”

My grandmother opened the front door and I started jumping and waving my arms to try and get the mouse flying carpet to go that way and fly out of the house.
Dream ends


I have no idea what this was about.
My aunt, who used to live with my grandmother, once did call me to get mice out of the wall of her beach house.
But, different relative, different house and the mice there were in the baseboard and not the ceiling.
And, they didn’t fly.
That was also 30 years ago and it hasn’t been on my mind…

My grandmother and I did not get along. So, even this short interaction in the dream in not believable to me as there was no fighting.
Three sentences exchanged would have vastly exceeded how long we normally went before a fight began.
And, there is no way she ever would have taken instructions from me like “go open the front door again” without telling me to do it myself.
If we were in a sinking ship and I told her to get in a lifeboat she would have argued.

She also hated mice.
I am ambivalent towards them. I really don’t want to share my living space with them, but wish them no ill.

We did put things in storage Monday and there are mice that live there. Maybe that’s why they’re on my mind?
No idea.