Sunday, April 12, 2020
Someone gave me a snake. It was one of those things where a person needs to move all of a sudden and can’t take their pets so they sort of dump them on a soft-hearted friend who won’t say no. And that was me.
So I had this snake. It was kind of a cute little thing. Very tame and friendly. Liked to be handled. It ate cockroaches and other bugs. And it was this pretty lilac-purple color. The former owner also gave me a big nice terrarium for it, so it had plenty of room, when it wasn’t roaming freely around the house or just slithering around my shoulders. I didn’t particularly want a snake, but as snakes go, this one wasn’t so bad.
But then someone else, being in a similar situation, and knowing that I already had a snake, pushed me to take on their giant 10-foot-long boa constrictor. At least, it looked like a boa constrictor. I really didn’t know what it was or what it ate or whether it was dangerous. I was not given any food or habitat or instructions for it. The terrarium was maybe big enough, but barely, and I didn’t want to put the two together because I didn’t know if the bigger one would eat the little one.
One way or another, they both wound up loose in the house. And they both had this habit of sticking out these little flaps on the sides of their heads (like a cobra) and hissing when they were feeling stressed. I REALLY didn’t want to have to touch the boa constrictor-looking one because I just had no idea what it would do. It was completely unpredictable and potentially dangerous. And it was chasing the little purple snake. So I was trying to catch the little snake without getting caught myself and the whole thing was very stressful.
I don’t need to wonder about some profound meaning or whether my subconscious mind was trying to tell me something with this dream. I know exactly what the snakes and the situation symbolized. I was having a conversation with someone about some past events in my life earlier that evening and it was just still on my mind. What I don’t understand is why my subconscious mind feels the need to remind me of stressful things when I’m asleep. I remember them. I am aware that they were stressful. I think about them and talk about them sometimes, not too much, not too little. I’m dealing with them. What I could really use is a nice vacation while I’m sleeping. One of those flying dreams that people are always talking about, perhaps. Some rest. Is that too much to ask? But instead I get snakes.