I’ve got a flu-y cold-y headache-y thing going on today, so I slept for a bit before I went to my work shift.
I dreamt I was crawling around in my bathroom, trying to retrieve something from the floor as my mum yelled at me, and promptly sat on–and squished–a white rabbit.
I was trying to revive it when I noticed that it was inflatable, and started blowing it up. Meanwhile, everyone is going into hysterics because I squished the family pet.
…Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot?
One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small, and the ones that Mother gives you don’t do anything at all… (thank you Gracie Slick)
They aren’t called fever dreams for nothing. In other words, it doesn’t mean a damn thing. 
Hope you feel better soon.
Suppose so. Thankee. 
YOU DREAMED OF THE WHITE RABBIT!!??!! Holy cow, that is nothing to sneeze at!
I will surely interpret your dream for you:
Your mother’s brother or brother-in-law or father’s best friend’s son (his name is John or James or Jesse or Bartholemew) will be or has visited the zoo whereby en route from the lion or tiger or small amphibian cage to the snack shop he will stop/stopped at a drinking fountain because he did not have the $10 for the fancy collector’s cup soda. The knob on the fountain is partially broken and will only allow a virtual trickle of water to dribble from the tap. This forces him to lean in very close and lap at the tap. A nearby giraffe hears the lapping sound and becomes irritated since the giraffe watering bowl has been empty now for four hours because the giraffe caretaker has not been paying attention to his duties and instead has been making out with a girl he met yesterday or perhaps one he has known since high school. The irate giraffe makes strange noises no one presently visitng has ever heard come out of a giraffe, and therefore assume it is attempting to communicate with the mother ship. At that very moment a private airplane, which temporarily left course flies over the zoo and several of the patrons run into the bathroom.
Your mother’s brother or brother-in-law or father’s best friend’s son, having been focused on obtaining a cheap drink is unaware of the panic, so does not realize there would be any reason to exhibit mass paranoia and goes about his zoo tour, now subconciously aware of how happy he is since there are little or no lines or crowds. Unfortunately someone in the bathroom full of people has serious bowel problems and cannot help but pass gas. The amount passed was an unusual quantity and happens at the unfortunate moment that another individual hiding in the bathroom lites a cigarette. The entire bathroom full of **hysterical]/B] people blows up. Everyone survives, but have had their sense of smell not only offended by the fart, but now the explosion has rendered their sense of smell useless.
The particuarly unfortunate happenstance of this occasion is that your mother’s brother or brother-in-law or father’s best friend’s son was supposed to have given the flatulent-ridden person (who happens to be his wife) her Bean-O. The entire bathroom community learns of this within 5 minutes of the explosion and attempt to chase after him in a manner not unlike the end of an episode of Benny Hill, unfortunately your mother’s brother or brother-in-law or father’s best friend’s son is knocked out cold by the giraffe that attempts to lick some moisture from his lips. He falls down and rolls under a bench. Nobody notices and they run right past him.
Your mother’s brother or brother-in-law or father’s best friend’s son goes throughout his life unaware of the happenings of that afternoon at the zoo and will never understand why his wife left him the next day for one of the men hiding there in the bathroom with her, and was able to fall in love with her because he was unaware that she was the one who farted, and anyway he has no sense of smell now, so will never know the foulness that comes out of her.
Means you’re pregnant. Rabbit died. Mazeltov!
Let’s see, according to the handy-dandy online dream dictionary…
You were on your knees in the bathroom, looking for something on the floor, when your mum yelled at you.
So you’re sick, and you feel poorly about yourself. At some level, you feel that your mother is disappointed in you because your life lacks stability, possibly related to the absence of a romantic interest.
Your mother’s yell caused you to sit on a white rabbit.
So you subconsciously feel that, reacting to your mother’s criticism, you’ve stupidly sabotaged a good relationship, or prevented it from happening in the first place.
But the situation isn’t hopeless – you were able to reinflate the rabbit, using your mouth and lungs.
Yeah, it’s totally about relationship anxiety, and how you’re going to find new confidence from within yourself, which will bring you happiness in romance.
Or, you had a weird nightmare because you felt lousy.
Larry Mudd, that’s… actually kind of intriguing. But I prefer the “feeling lousy” explanation, I think
Ethilrist: choke, splutter
PussyCow… I can only sit here and shake my head in utter amazement.
Being sick can often give you weird dreams.
I have no analysis in particular to offer.
My name is not Joseph.
You are not a baker nor a butler.
There is no interpretation as far as I’m concerned.
If I were to choose I’d take Pussycow’s analysis.