Wednesday, January 8, 2020
When is a snake not a snake?
I won’t get into the details of the dream. I think the important part was two people I was with were afraid to help, or just didn’t want to, but two strangers rushed in, yanked the anaconda-sized diamondbacks off me and dispatched them.
When I wake from dreams like this one, I try to figure how it might be related to my reality. What’s going on in my life, in my conscious mind? Do I feel like I’m in danger? Do I feel like the people I’d expect to help me won’t or can’t? Do I hope unknown people will come to my rescue? Mmmmmm… No. Not that I can see. Things are rather good right now.
So if the dream was just about the danger of snakes, I’ll be even more careful about where I walk.