Cannibalism

was the theme last night and it went on most of the night. Horrific. My husband or father or something like that was the leader of a group who partook. I don't think I knew that initially, just knew something was very wrong and that I and my son were in danger. I was walking, son in arms, trying to cross a highway where it wasn't legal. A motorcycle cop saw me and motioned me to him. I went to him and I was very afraid, upset. I said something along the lines of "he can't catch us, I can't let him catch us." It escalated from there. Me talking to the cops, a raid on the house, going there and finding out that they had been eating people. Not wanting to see him or be there or have anything to do with any of my belongings, specifically the kitchenware, as it was now irretrievably tainted. Lots of emotional drama.

After I woke and went back to sleep, there was more along the same lines, but I don't remember specifics. I woke agin and was confused about why I dreamed about cannibalism. I'll keep thinking about it. My tendency is to take dreams too literally, forget about possible symbolism. I went to the fact that the world is way too overcrowded and what happens to rats when they are in a place too small for them. They go cannibal. In a sense that's what's happening to humanity right now.