BluMoon Blogging: Snakes Everywhere

This is an older dream, but since some of you may not have seen it, I figured it was worth another showing....

Thought I’d capture this dream in ink..er…pixels… and share it. The “snake” part of the dream happens when I’m under stress. I mean to say that it is a recurring theme in my nightmares when I am stressed out. Circumstances within the dream are always different. This one was interesting cuz my mom

played a large role in the dream .

I forget how it started, but it grew into me telling my Mom about this cool party game I had created. It involved the creek behind our house

although the creek was much more robust now, being waist - and sometimes chest- deep. I took my Mom to the creek to describe the game, which involved floating sticks down the creek, but of course, being a Bradlee game, was much more convoluted than it sounds. At this point, Bernadette

makes a guest appearance and listens to my explanation, but then she fades out of the dream pretty quick, once the snakes appear.

How do they appear?

Well, OF COURSE, my mom and I were IN the creek, as I was describing the intricate path the sticks took, when I looked down and saw a snake coiled around a root, underwater, about 3 feet from me in the middle of the creek.

I try not to panic cuz I don’t want to alarm anyone, so I take a step back and tell Mom and Bernadette that they might wanna get out of the water. The snake starts to move, and I skirt around it and grab on to a tree, where I quickly realize there is a snake above water on the trunk of the tree near where I grabbed.

I change my grab to a swing to move to the next tree and work toward the creek bank. I suddenly realize there are several snakes scattered about

, and some are quite active. At this point I’m in sheer panic-mode. I do a hop skip and try to travel across the ground without touching any snakes, or the ground if I can help it, as it seems like there is scarcely room to set my foot down without stepping on a snake.

Through the magic of dreams, I am then leaving my old bedroom in my parents’ house, and at the far end of the hall I see one snake. It rears its head about 4 feet off the ground and starts traveling down the hall toward me, hissing and threatening, and obviously wanting to attack.

I somehow manage to get by it (dream magic again), and see that the living room is covered in snakes

and that the dining room is better, but not by much. I go through there, through the kitchen, and to the open door of the utility room. In the utility room between me and the other door which leads to the Family TV Room, is a large…..beast. It is very similar to an alligator

, but the flesh isn’t scaly. In fact, it looks as if it has been burnt and is red and black and tan, …and possible in pain. It is much fatter than an alligator, and is probably about 6 feet long. Its tail is toward me, but it is looking back over its body with its mouth open showing all of its razor sharp teeth. My Mom

appears in the doorway across from me, and says something like: “You have to learn to deal with these snakes, Bradlee. Cut them when you see them.” And she takes a large metal two tine meat fork

and stabs it into the exposed neck of the beast. The beast roars in pain and turns its attention to Mom. She takes a step back, but then lunges again for another stab at the side of the beast. She then slams the doors shut, locking the beast in the utility room.

Through the magic of dreams, I find myself in the room with my Mom, which looks more like it did when it used to be a bedroom. She says something like, “I know you can’t handle the snakes.” It’s said in a sort of matter-of-fact way, but there is a note of disappointment in it, but as if she has long accepted that this is just the way it is. She then says, “That’s why I wear this,” gesturing to her pants and tennis shoes. “If I thought you could handle the snakes, then I’d be able to wear this…” …and she reveals this black pleather mini skirt she has in a box