I love to dream; however, I prefer whimisical ones – dreams I know surely cannot be true. But that’s not my luck! So here I am first thing this morning logging my latest dream before it escapes my memory with hopes of finding some sort of ‘understanding’ of it.
Even though my dream was believeable, I went from ‘scene-to-scene’ quickly.
First I was at a home (that’s not my current home) and was angry family members were painting it in colors I hadn’t approved of. I stormed out and was at a TINY airport running late for my flight. There was a nice woman who allowed me ahead of her through security. As I was going through security, the officer who was supposed to be (x-ray) screening my bag ask me how I was feeling to which I replied, “oh you remember me! Well I’m fine and yes my tooth ache got better” From when she remembered me, I’ve no clue but apparently I had flown through that port before.
I’ve no recollection of exiting any aircraft yet found myself visiting my family in southeastern Kentucky. I was at my aunt’s house (where I always go). There were a lot of people there along with my mom. As usual, first thing my mom announced dibs on which bed she was going to be sleeping in while we stayed. I recall I was being booted from yet another room (by someone I’m assuming was family) when I looked out the window. Above my aunt’s home there had been built a beautiful home; up on the side of the mountain BUT where an old cemetery exists presently. In the driveway where there were ruts going awry, I saw two or three young teenaged boys riding around on their quads riding around each other having a lot of fun. I looked-up to see this ‘new’ home. It was a nice sized home; it was creme colored, had about 3500-square footage, two-stories, lower-half was covered in earth-toned rock, slight porch and with ‘Cape Cod style’ windows upstairs as if to imply it most likely offered ‘seats’ as windows sills. One wouldn’t have noticed the home it was so deep within the trees and although it didn’t fit-in with the other homes in the area, it was simply beautiful!
The next thing I recall it was night time. I had my dog with me (do NOT recall him being on the plane, hmmm). I remember he awakened me needing to go out yet the sun had not yet risen so it was still dark outside. When I took him out the back door, there was a standard chain-linked 4′ tall fence that ran along a drive (my aunt does NOT have such a fence nor does this ‘drive’ exist). As my dog was walking around the yard doing his business I recall a bug jumped on my arm, like a VERY large grasshopper. I kept trying to flick it off of me when I grabbed the top of the fence to keep myself steady. When I reached for the top railing I felt something. When I looked down there was a small, thin snake. Immediately I thought harmless ‘gardner’ but was startled and quickly let-go. I looked down to see my feet covered with two more snakes which looked the same yet I felt a piercing, like a needle through my shoes that hurt. I knew then I had been bitten, bitten SEVERAL times.
The very last thing I recall was calling for my dog and trying to get to my aunt’s back door.
First thing this morning I searched what this dream could mean. What I discovered is that dreaming of snakes can me quite an array of things from facing fears to intimate relations. Since I’m unable to make any sense of this presently, hence the blog with hopes it does eventually (so stay tuned in case I DO make sense of it all).
Gotta luv dreams! ;)
Hugs & happy hunting …