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Too Many Animals

This is a reoccurring dream I have where I discover that I have a lot of small animals (usually gerbils or fish) that I've forgotten about.  I haven't cleaned or fed them in a very long time.  When I remember about them, I find that instead of dying, they've multiplied.
Last night I had this dream with some strange twists to it.  First of all, the dream was semi-lucid.  Second of all, it involved rats.  In other words, even though I know it's just a dream, the animals are getting bigger.

I was cleaning my rats when I realized that there were a lot more of them.  There were around 16 of them, all stuffed into the cage which meant that some would be females.  I picked up an especially soft black rat and did a gender check on her.  She was a girl.  I definitely needed another cage.
I went into the basement to get another cage.  There were lots of cages and aquarium down here and all of them were full of animals.  I had fish in fish tanks, gerbils and rats in cages.
"I haven't fed any of these animals since the last time I had this dream," I thought, "I wonder if some of them are dead."  Every time I thought a particular animal might be dead, it would move, proving that all of them were still alive.  All this time, I was still holding a rat and looking for a cage.  I couldn't find anything to put the rat in.

So here's the big question: just exactly what does that mean?   This dream must mean something to me if it keeps repeating.  This one seems to be getting worse instead of moving to a resolution.

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