11/19/02
Garden Snakes Don't Have Rattles!
Several days back I dreamed Ma went outside to get the mail and came back in staring at her hand. "Some garden snakes bit me!" she exclaimed, and I think I saw puncture marks in her hand. "They just shook their little rattles and sank their teeth right into me..."
Garden snakes (did she mean garter snakes?) do NOT have rattles, so I asked her if she'd called 911. No. I said, "Ma...I am GOING to call 911!" So I think I tried to call there, and work, to let them know what had happened...
Tragedy At The Fair
A day or so ago I dreamed that Dad and I were watching TV and we heard mention of a place we ourselves had gone to see, some kind of roadside park attraction. We were surprised and happy to see it on TV as it had been nice. It was figuring in something on one of the programs and then it's like we were there instead of watching. It was like a little rest stop nature place-slash-county fair, but so nice; with people walking around everywhere by the trees. There were some stands, perhaps for selling fruit and syrup and such? First I was with Dad (and someone else?) in his Explorer and we were driving through this crowd, and he had to make some sharp moves so it tilted nearly upside-down and I rolled to the top of the vehicle. Then it came back down; I told him to watch out for the person right in front of the vehicle. This part is confusing, because who actually hit this person? Was it Dad in his Explorer, or me in a cart, or somebody else? Or nobody at all? Either way somebody seemed to end up hit, and we got out to look. It was an old man, and his wife, an old woman, was kneeling over him, cradling his head and crying. There was some story to this...they'd come here just for the day...and now he was badly injured, possibly dead. And now I felt such shame with myself. I believed it was my fault, and I spent the rest of the dream agonizing over it. I can't remember the details, as there were some important ones regarding who did what...the whole dream had a hazy yellowish afternoon tinge...
Stop The Boat! I Wanna Get Off!
Yesterday I dreamed I was on an ocean liner. I was roleplaying throughout much of the dream. I went out onto the deck and had a very good, sky-high view of what appeared to be the Mackinac Bridge under moonlight. Everything was blue. I suddenly realized I'd left something, a package?, on the bridge and needed it back. *sigh* I wished the boat would turn around and let me get it. Just as I thought that, the boat began to turn. I was happy; I knew I could get my item. I had distinct thoughts of it dropping a big anchor even though it hadn't yet. But the boat turned too quickly and too sharply and it tilted to the side, making some others and myself fall off.
I don't remember actually hitting the water, just being on the tilting boat (it tilted toward the left, toward the bridge), then coming aboard. I'd been worried about not being able to swim, and there was something about the anchor, but I can't remember what. I rescued a black and white cat from the water, and then another one, I think; I actually remember only pulling out one. I laid them side by side on the deck and they were drenched through and through but they were alive. And...they were not Cosmas and another cat...but Pepper and Smokey (my old dog). They were here again, but they both looked like Cosmas. I was happy I had saved them both from drowning; but I was also kind of out of it in this part of the dream. There may have been more, but I can't recall.
Seduced By The Snake Lady
One dream from yesterday had an adult aspect and, again, an animal. (I wish I could explain this, I really do.) In this one, I was Timothy Hutton's character Archie from Nero Wolfe (that was on TV while I was sleeping) and I was running around outside my house, trying to escape this large snake-woman. She was like a Naga or something, a snake with a woman's face. Not smooth either, but segmented almost, pale green and kind of ugly; I wouldn't know about her face, but I feel it was harsh looking. She was trying to seduce me, and I was running away. o_O Finally I hid around the corner of the house and pondered if I should let her catch me. I would try to trick her. I pretended to be frozen with fear, trying to find another place to run, when she appeared around the corner and came at me. She may have wrapped around me, but I didn't try very hard to flee. Hmmm...not sure what else to say. She was happy she'd caught me, and I started to LIKE her attentions. And then I was not Archie and she was not a she, but I think I was myself and the snake was a male. Same feelings held though. o_o No, the dream didn't go much beyond that, but I do think I was playing coy with the snake, and this is all very weird.
That one reminds me vaguely of a recurring Algonquin myth theme that involves a husband suspecting his wife is unfaithful; he follows her when she leaves the tribe and finds her going to visit a large water serpent, who wraps himself around her after she's disrobed...you can figure that part out...and she later on conspires to kill her husband. But he always kills her and the serpent first. It seems to be a popular theme among these natives.
Going For A Ride
From my nap tonight...one dream, all I can remember is going outside to the car to get Ma something from the trunk or some such. She seemed to keep sending me to fetch her things she'd left in odd places. I went outside and stopped in front of the garage to look upwards. The sky, the air were so beautiful. The sky was a pinkish-amber color and it was slightly hazy out; it was nearing the end of summer when the days are their warmest and the evenings so nice and balmy. In fact I looked a bit more and saw where the sun was; it was lowering, and in the wrong part of the sky, but still high (almost directly over my head, in fact!) even though I figured it to be around nine at night. Should I go for a ride down the road, I thought? I hadn't done that in ages. Part of me hesitated--were my clothes appropriate?--would I get too tired?--but then the idea grew on me. I smiled. It wasn't even incredibly hot, just pleasant, so I wouldn't get all sweaty. For some reason I also thought of horses, perhaps along the road I ride down. So I decided to hurry up and get out my bike and go. The air and sky in that dream were so very warm and inviting...
Cheboygan On TV! Not
One dream from my nap, after going back to sleep, concerned Cheboygan's Gordon Turner Park appearing on TV! The blond lady from Third Watch (Amy Carlson) may have been involved. Not sure who was. But Dad (and Ma?) and I saw a deck/boardwalk/bridge? featured in the background on something and I was so thrilled. "Is that ours?" I asked, excited that my hometown had been featured on national TV. I knew where the shot had supposedly been taken from--and it was our utility room. So I went out there and stood where the cameraman would have had to stand...and first I saw the scenery around the house and my spirits fell. Too many trees and such; I knew there was water and a deck/boardwalk/bridge beyond my sight, but that's just it, they were beyond my sight. Then I noticed the WALLS before me (it was as if I'd seen through them before), and my spirits fell even more. "No," I sighed. "I guess that wasn't ours after all." Meaning, I guessed we hadn't been on TV; it was some other deck/boardwalk/bridge. My family tried to encourage me, but I was so crestfallen. I'd been sure our city had been on TV. It was evening here, with the deck/boardwalk/bridge in the distance to my left (in the east)...so peaceful, yet sad to me.
There Goes The Attic
This dream was a sequel to an older dream of mine, "The Neverending Attic." Also read the prequel to that one, "Rooms Upon Rooms Upon Rooms, Oh My." This dream seems to be a sequel to "Rooms," but it incorporated parts of both dreams.
In this one I went back upstairs for what must have been the first time in a while; I noticed something different about the doorway, I think, so I went to examine it. And they were DESTROYING our attic! Ma had called in some contractors or something to make use of the attic for space and they had torn up and ruined EVERYTHING! Most of the rooms--including the jar room, the hallway, and the big room at the near end--were gone, flattened and replaced by a large open single space that looked like a huge boiler room, brightly lit, or a construction area/warehouse. Very ugly and glary and dusty. The place where the little toilet had been had been destroyed; the toilet was still there, almost obscured by construction material, and I noticed a sink now on the other side of a wall, but the little mysterious boiler room they had been in was no more. And as I walked along this path to the other end, along where the hall would have been, I noticed, over my shoulder, where Dad's little office used to be. Now it was being used for the contractors' plans, I think, and didn't look at all the same. Most of the walls were gone, and I knew that in the middle of all this they were going to build a place so we could see the outside or some such, with nature and skylights; it would be so pretty, and full of space and light. Not old and stuffy and ominous like the original attic.
Yet I was ANGRY! All of my mysterious little rooms were gone before I'd even had the chance to explore them! I lamented especially that I'd never gotten to see what exactly lay in the boiler room with the toilet, nor what had been in Dad's office. How dare she just have them knock it all down! I was so upset. I think she came to me and tried to explain what she'd done--she was happy about the changes--but I was too crushed. All my mystery was gone; I'd never find out what had been in those rooms, no matter how pretty their replacement would be.
After waking up I realized that was just a dream--those rooms, in fact, had not been knocked down--but then again...the rooms THEMSELVES are just a dream too. So this is certainly a confusing situation.
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