Squirrel Meat

I remember my disturbing dream quite vividly.

The squirrel was to attack and land on me just like the wolf landing on High King Peter in The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe." 

The squirrel missed landing on my sharp stick, so I skewered it.
But, when I skewered it, it pulled apart as if it were cooked chicken. I repeatedly skewered it, as if I were pulling apart my deliciously cooked meal.

So my question is what in spastic squirrel territory was I subconsciously thinking in my dream?
My roommate consoled me by saying that I was probably just hungry.
But, for squirrel meat?

The violence was probably the famished stomach of mine expressing its rabid hunger.
We can only hope...