April 25th, 2012 |
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Snakes on a Plane! Or in a dream…
Last night my dreams were full of snakes. All kinds, all sizes and colors. At first they were peaceful and dormant. I knew the snakes were there, but was OK with them and we were all going about our business. The danger came only after people learned there were snakes around. Suddenly, without seeing a single snake, the people panicked.
Then I watched everyone in a frenzy wake all of the nearby snakes up. The people shook the plants, unearthed the dirt we heard the creatures were in. Numerous snakes came out and slithered around. Black and yellow, blue and red, green, all colors. They did not attack, just movement.
And suddenly I became overwhelmed with the collective fear in the room. I did not know if I should feel such fear, if it was real or manufactured. I did not know if the snakes were poisonous, if they would attack, and how real the threat was. But instead of running I kept them at bay (5 or so of them), in hopes they would not go further into the world. I tried to ask for help, but in this moment I lost my voice, too.
And right at the end, right before I woke up from the dream, this enormous snake came up to me and raised its head like a cobra. I suddenly felt the reality of the danger. It was ferocious. I stood up, looked at the giant snake, and then stabbed him right in the eye — with a WOODEN CHOPSTICK. Haha.
He fell and died immediately.
And all day long today I’ve thinking about this dream… Why did everyone wake the snakes up? Why did I lose my voice? How awesome are chopsticks, really? Friends and Powers-that-be, interpret this at your own will.
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