I just had a dream about this possum that kept getting in my room through a screen door. I would chase it around my room, eventually catch it and throw it out, but it would somehow inevitably manage to get through again right before I shut the door or some hole in the door would appear for it to squeeze through. It seemed to really love me, almost like a dog. My dad was there “helping” me but not really doing anything. At some point I started to get scared as I remembered they’re dangerous (can’t remember if it was something my dad said to me but I just remember the sudden shift from slight annoyance to fear) and then the possum began to get aggressive. It would hiss at me and try to bite my hand off when I went to grab it. The exact end is fuzzy now but I remember I eventually tried trapping it in my room and it would try to squeeze out from under the doorframe. It never did though, I stopped it somehow I believe and ended up sleeping in a different room. Then I woke up, thought it seemed significant and made a mental note to look into it later. I almost immediately upon waking up saw a possum on the instagram story of this comedian I had just started following before I fell asleep, and it felt synchronistic enough for me to post here.

Edit for context: In case this could have something to do with the meaning, I am going through a breakup. I would say it started back in October but it finalized very recently, within the last week/week and a half. I know it’s a good thing but I keep wanting to go back and I’ve been struggling with staying true to myself. It was a pretty public relationship as well, we are both well known in our industry and have a lot of mutual connections, and I’ve been hearing that there’s a lot of gossiping, which is an added stressor.