Now, I'm not a superstitious guy, but on Sunday night I had a dream that there was an angry rattle snake on my front porch. I knew I had to do something about it, even though my neighbor told me to leave it alone. I thought, 'If I just let this thing go, it's probably going to hide in the bushes and attack one of my kids when they're out playing'.
So I went into the house, got a chair, and came back out to...I don't know, chair the thing to death. Maybe I was going to make it sit in the corner or something. You know how dreams are.
When I raised the chair up, the snake twisted around and sprung at me, and I felt a wetness on my arm where it made contact. Then I looked at the snake, which was back in its coiled position. I noticed it didn't have any teeth. 'Thank God', I thought, but then I realized my arm was throbbing. The teeth had come out in my arm! I thought, 'I probably should keep this to myself', and then I picked up the snake (now disarmed), and put it through a paper shredder that was plugged in near the steps. It shredded just like normal paper, except it was green.
Throughout the week, I have had some bad luck, learned about some personal shortcomings that I had hitherto not been aware of, and made some mistakes. Of course, the dream didn't signify that I am actually 'snakebit' or anything, but it's hard not to entertain the thought.
There were good things this week, too. I received some good encouragement from a few respected sources, did a handful of things competently, spent some good time with my wife and kids, and got some reading and writing done. I guess it's just easier to dwell on the unlucky and bad things.
That, or I really am cursed...
Sing it, Frank:
So I went into the house, got a chair, and came back out to...I don't know, chair the thing to death. Maybe I was going to make it sit in the corner or something. You know how dreams are.
When I raised the chair up, the snake twisted around and sprung at me, and I felt a wetness on my arm where it made contact. Then I looked at the snake, which was back in its coiled position. I noticed it didn't have any teeth. 'Thank God', I thought, but then I realized my arm was throbbing. The teeth had come out in my arm! I thought, 'I probably should keep this to myself', and then I picked up the snake (now disarmed), and put it through a paper shredder that was plugged in near the steps. It shredded just like normal paper, except it was green.
Throughout the week, I have had some bad luck, learned about some personal shortcomings that I had hitherto not been aware of, and made some mistakes. Of course, the dream didn't signify that I am actually 'snakebit' or anything, but it's hard not to entertain the thought.
There were good things this week, too. I received some good encouragement from a few respected sources, did a handful of things competently, spent some good time with my wife and kids, and got some reading and writing done. I guess it's just easier to dwell on the unlucky and bad things.
That, or I really am cursed...
Sing it, Frank:
You are not cursed.
ReplyDeleteAttributes of snake people (People that are born in the year of the snake).
They have tremendous sympathy for others and try to help those less fortunate. Snake people tend to overdo, since they have doubts about other people's judgment and prefer to rely on themselves. They are determined in whatever they do and hate to fail. Although calm on the surface, they are intense and passionate.
Also just this morning there were two stories,on the news, about snakes. Go figure.
I was stationed on a diesel submarine when in the service. At which time I became very superstitious. I used to close valves in a certain sequence, sleep with mt head always at the same end in my rack. Tap the top of the hatch when passing through. People have a tendency to see portents in the smoke when things are unsettled. Comfort can be found in interesting places...
ReplyDeleteYou've got it going on yo.
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