Dreaming Of A Snake

Last night, early this morning actually, I awoke from a strange dream. (I wrote this yesterday morning, just clarifying.) The dream went like this:

I was cleaning a swimming pool; it was not my pool rather it belonged to a school. For some reason I was supposed to keep this pool clean for all of the children who were swimming in it on a daily basis. I did not interact with many of the kids because my job was to clean the pool after they all had left for the day.

As I was scooping leaves and bugs out of the water, the fabulous clear, blue looking water took me in. The ripples filled the pool and it was such a beautiful sight to see the sun glistening on the water creating shadows through the ripples. Trees were hovering over as if they were looking into a mirror.

I had finished getting the debris out and went to turn on the pump, as I walked to the other end of the pool I noticed spinning and splashing. Then, I saw a huge red and white python, with two tails looking like octopus tentacles flapping about in the water. His head was massive, about the size of my own. I felt scared, but also mesmerized by its beauty and its intriguing tail. I immediately snapped out of it, thinking the snake needed to get out of there because of the children.

I ran to find the head teacher and share with her about the snake. She was not alarmed at all. She asked, “Does he have something on his head that looks like a skin hat of sorts?” The image that flashed in the dream was of a dinosaur known as an Amurosaurus. I said, “No it did not look like that, it looks like a python!” She waved hands and mumbled something about it being her pet and not to worry. She walked off and left me standing there.

I decided to go back and finish cleaning the pool. When I went back to snake was gone. I could not find him anywhere. I felt a little fear lurking about as I went behind the storage place to turn on the pump for the pool. He was not there – he was gone. I was both sad, and feeling a certain type of foreboding. I went back to the pool looking into the deep water, then all around the rectangle shape. I thought, “I wonder if I can walk on this water?”

I put my foot out and started running. I was running on the water! I ran all around the rectangle full speed, splashes of water hitting my shins and calves. I was laughing, hooting, and hollering, with great joy. I kept running, feeling the sun hit my skin, the water caress my bare feet, and laughter rolling out of my belly.

That was it. I woke up feeling very tired and groggy, but full of refreshing thoughts. Although for some reason, my body is in pain today. I feel exhausted, drained, and hurting in places. Still the snake was so spectacular, and the running on water thing felt like such freedom that I could not help, but feel really good.

Maybe I had this dream because I have been swimming a lot lately. Maybe because I heard White Snake on the radio last night and laughed. Maybe because I am feeling freedom in certain thought patterns. Maybe I needed a dream to give me some hope. Maybe, for no reason at all it does not matter – there are certain dreams I do not want to forget and this is one of them. I admit I did go in search of interpretations of my dream. It is what I do. As always, I discovered various mindsets based upon religion, superstitions, symbolism, etc… I still enjoy reading the various interpretations of things.

No one had my exact snake, so I could only go so far with snake, two-tailed, python type of thing. I believe it may have been a Blood Python. I did not know about them until this morning when I tried to look up my snake. I did find this interesting: Dreaming of Snakes – The Meaning of Snakes in a Dream

The Eastern Perspective on Snake Dreams: The Esoteric Body

The snake is a symbol of Kundalini, a Hindu concept of pure energy located within the base of spine. Kundalini is described as a dormant potential force in all people. Yoga is the practice that is supposed to awaken the Kundalini energy. Yoga evokes the progress of Kundalini through the different chakras. Each chakra leads to a different level of awakening and mystical experience.

In dreams, the snake could represent wisdom, spiritual awakening and inner power.

The snake is a very positive symbol within the eastern cultures, practices, and religion. Individuals familiar with these practices may discover their dream relates to these concepts more than others. 

I love snakes – I think they are fabulous to watch, for me a snake dream is a good one. (As long as it’s not attacking me, of course!) Apparently, water dreams are very symbolic too. Look at this!

Walking on Water – Means you at the top of your emotions and you have complete control.  You might also have some hidden qualities.

Splashed by Water - This is a dream symbol where you unconscious is telling you to wake up!  Get back on track with your life and stop stalling.

There you have it. I used to be heavily involved in dream interpretation, but it was through a specific mindset. It caused me to lose all of my dream interpretation information I had consumed in my previous years of dream information consumption. However, going back to researching has made all of this information new and refreshing to me. I am finding it all fascinating.

Smiling! Mumford & Sons put me in a trance…

(An addition) It is now 4:20 pm, I published this in the morning. I checked my email a moment ago to discover this subject line, “Announcing Python at Codecademy.” I found it very amusing after my dream and all. I am not reading into it – I thought others may have an interest in checking out the link as well…

Voices Carry

Painting pretty, pretty pictures for the world. Keep all quiet – it always looks good. Impossible to prove twisting words when everyone knows it’s been the best thing in your life, right? All the treasures at your feet, spewing words…

It’s too much work to find another, I will just keep you on my spinning rope.

Pulling back and forth, loose noose claiming freedom.

Speak your thoughts, share with the world, your little stories. You are talented. I am sure some people will like your poems, go ahead share them. Way to go with all of your talented amusements.You should be proud of your nice accomplishments. 

Pretty, pretty pictures for the world – shouldn’t we all bow in gratefulness.

Superior

I wonder what it feels to have no problems,
I wonder what it’s like to see fault in everyone,
I wonder what it’s like to be so smart.

I wonder how it feels to know that everyone else is wrong,
I wonder how a person with such greatness can live in the presence of me,
I cannot image what an aggravation I must be to one who clearly has it all together,
It must be a melancholy life to see my presence each day,
a reminder of the pathetic humanity who walks the earth -
sharing the same air.

What a pity and shame to have to taint your eyes,
to waste your words on imbeciles -
all of us so beneath you.
I wonder what your days are like,
when we are all out of your sight,
sitting in your little box with glass windows -
staring at the open air.

I wish, Oh! How I wish my confidence could soar with wings,
able to reach at being such a superior being.
Yet, then again I must say,
I am rather fond of frails.

Emotionally weak,
intelligence lacking,
beauty a leastful thing,
I suppose my measures are faulty,
I will never achieve -
all that you manage to pour into this world with your being.

Sorry, for my existence consuming Superior’s air,
with another eye roll -
snide remark,
as you walk back up to your cell.

The guys acting in that video is awkward, he needs to hush already. A lot of emotions in this post. Those who are close to me, just needed to get some things out of my looping mind. Loopy-doopy-doopy-dooooo! Confessions of a feeble mind. (Um, according to whom? Not me, I say!) Lol!

Some of my reads from today.

Are People Who Act Superior Really Insecure?

How to Trick People into Thinking You’re Intelligent

Don’t Be Judgmental, Be Discerning

Breaking Anxiety’s Bizarre Death Loop

The Magic Of Love

Come on all ready with the love stuff! Geesh! No wait, let me tell you. What is so magical about love? For me it lives in color. I tried for years, and years living in black-and-white. Now that I let my mind slip into analyzing myself…for the umpteenth time, I believe I may have been drawn to black-and-white so much, because it is a simple set of emotions for me. (But it’s not, I seem to enjoy tricking my mind.)

Colors and numbers live and breathe. Nature has voices, it dances; my computer is madly, wildly, uncontrollably in love with me. My sock monkey tells me tales while my lava lamp blurps sloppy ooze up and down in a transient world. My mind is in a constant state that many can only achieve on LSD, or mushrooms.

I listen to color. Color is love. Color is in music, it wraps around people, explodes out of eyes, pours out of mouths, spills through letters, clunks into words, and spirals through numbers, collects emotions and sprinkles them upon the horizon of new, old, somewhere in between. This magical experience cannot be defined, and I shall not allow myself to take it from me again and lock it away no matter how intense it is, or painful it can be at times.

I love in color. I also love in black-and-white and I refuse to steal that away as well. The beauty that lies in black-and-white mixing with gray forming shadows. Shadows that follow a heart full of color, exposing itself dancing while the color version pretends to be still. The details that are seen in the shadows, the black-and-white can unfold just as much radiance as a blasting rainbow. All shades, hues, no color at all blending a magnificent world of mystical pleasures.

I tried to find answers for my love. I tried to make it go away. I tried to make my world drab, and only see in staleness and false shadows. I cannot my mushroom buzz never dies, the sensory processing in my brain lives and breathes in color. My heart explodes rainbows, and splashes yellow stones before my feet to an invisible path.

And I adore in color. I share in color. I release my laughter, tears, joy, and sorrows in color blasts through the galaxy reaching and stretching my hand to the night sky swimming in clouds that cover like the ocean. I sat on my patio last night, arm being pulled into another world, lightening surrounding me, thunder clapping into my bones, magnetic colors lurching to reach me, and I said, “I feel you in my bones. You are the only one who reached to the sky covered in blankets at night, beds far away, time the same.” I spoke into you, did you hear? Could you see my colors tapping on your shoulder?

My heart aches in color. It tears and mauls for those hurt and dead from the hands of man, as we wait for his explanation. A place my feet once walked upon, a city I frequently went feeling the heartbreak of families at senseless cruel death. My eyes swell for those who lost everything in fires too, as my own old home tasted the flames – another part of me vanished. Memories of my time in another city, erased.The salty liquid from my eyes filled with orbs of prisms. Life streaking the ground lifted in evaporation constant cycle of love and sorrow. Loss and gain. All that covers is a multitude of love – fabrics of glistening black-and-white, shades of gray, and kaleidoscopes brushing against our existence.

We are left with nothing more than the magic of love, satisfied in multicolored unanswerables. Delightfully entering echoes consuming all the smiles, repeating all the visions, exhaling ribbons of spectrums. Our waves rushing passed one another, connected threads, and strands of stains piercing shades into the intertwined. We live in the crystal magic and unexplainable pigments of love.

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I had many colors floating through me last night. I did not realize this was all in me. I was so consumed in watching a lightening storm over my head last night that I did not realize the danger I was in until the last thunder crash, and the lightening that lit up my trees. Oh, how I love storms – I should not forget the dangers though. Oops! Watched a fantastic video this morning that I believe helped yank all of this out for your color coated pleasure. Ha ha ha

Neil Harbisson: I listen to color

This song has grown on me.

Dreaming In My New Yard

I am officially obsessed with my new yard. I cannot stop going back there and exploring, but I need to pay attention because apparently the ticks are bad and there is a bout of West Nile infested mosquitoes around these parts. Mosquitoes never bite me; very few bugs seem to enjoy the tasty treat of my skin, or blood. I must be bitter.

I have several pictures flowing in the slideshow of my new yard. The sky is grand every morning. The clouds are new and lively. I have critters all over the place. There are all kinds of flowers, and plants.

I am a little worried about the landscaping. I am horrible at keeping plants, and flowers alive. I just do not have the knack for it. I made sure in the lease that the owner took care of all the wonderful landscaping. I will mow the lawn and hopefully my uncle will help me a bit with his awesome lawn equipment to chop down the humongous weeds that are becoming a forest of their own. The property manager or owner did not do much upkeep on the lawn. We are in a drought and things are dying. Limbs from these gargantuan trees are falling…

Among the living in my fairy tale yard are dying things. I find myself exploring dead critters, and memorized by dying flowers. I seem to find such beauty in life and death. It fills my head with stories and make-believe worlds that I long to live in forever. This is what I remember about my childhood – my escapes. The difference now is that no one is allowed to steal my stories from me anymore.

I found an ant nest as well. My picture looks like dirt, but it is really tons and tons of ants. I could not stop watching them. Busily rushing and flooding to get to somewhere, but I could not locate where. There was a hornet on his back, it looked like he was cleaning himself but I could not tell. I do believe I got way too close to him. I cannot help myself I must study and examine creatures.

There are so many worlds going on underground. So many worlds around me. So many creatures living and stirring about as I stomp upon the ground waking them into the world of giants that has not been around here for months. I hear the birds and squirrels all chattering and checking our movements out when they think we are not moving.

We are the gossip of the trees.

Baucis and Philemon live in my backyard, or possibly the Two Trees of Valinor.

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Invisible Friend

I started this post at 7:34 am. I had to leave and go off to the beach for a bit. HAD to – I like to think of it as my job. I am grinning like that cat above me.

See I have this invisible friend, sometimes I think I can see him. I swear I see his shadow and he waves at me. I like to say “Hey, Fred!” and then, walk away all proud like I have accomplished something. What? I don’t know. It is much like when I hang upside down on the monkey bars, or in a tree. It seems to not accomplish anything, but I am positive it does.

Anyway…

Sometimes he keeps me up all night filling my dreams with interesting conversations. He used to only ignore me in my dreams… there were years when I would dream of him and he was cold and hard to me. I have had several of those dreams in past months, but then, one day he spoke kindly to me.

He came and shared some smiles, and we talked filling my dream with colors and laughter. I could see pages turning in a large book, wind blowing, and his eyes were gentle when he shared his thoughts. I would like to say that I am making this up, but I am not it was in one of my dreams. I guess I can still claim it as my awesome imagination since, it is MY brain doing the dreaming. I get poems in my dreams as well and songs!

I have not shared any of my songs… I cannot play the music to go with them and the lyrics feel empty without their tune to tag along. My invisible friend peeped about the corner of my mind in a dream last night – I cannot recall the tales we shared, or what adventures we had during the argyle escapades that spun around in my other worlds during my slumber.

You do realize that sometimes I just like to write in poetic gibberish because it so funny to constantly try to sound all-poetic like. In real life, I am thinking these words as they float out of my blabbering mouth, but laughing at myself as I do it. Oh, gibberish, silly goose me speaking poetically… La la la Did I mention that I do enjoy making run-on sentences as well just to annoy my anal (retentive) self? Well I do. (I had to add the word “retentive” because I looked up “anal self” in Google and um… my bad.)

The beach must have sizzled some of my brain bits today. SKIN! I have a whole topic about skin that I must ramble about at some point, but not today. My skin is covered with songs that remind me of my invisible friend and black cats.

I love black cats!

I am sure others have invisible friends as well – I wonder if their friends make it hard to sleep sometimes.

I was struck with the first song unexpectedly this morning, which made me think I would like to write about the silliness that hoops (rhythmic gymnastics) around in my head. I was swooped into happy thoughts and it is such a delicious song. Oh, thank you for such lovely music, grand echoes of time…  I do adore my friend. Shh! Don’t say too much he won’t come back into my dreams.

I am diggin’ their cover here of “Moth’s Wings”  (Original version by Passion Pit here.) I enjoy all of their music, go check them out. The Joy Formidable. So many songs I want to share – I love their lyrics. They are just rock awesome m’kay! Frothy Whimsical Angel has taken over today. I am not entirely sure why, but I will blame it on the ocean water and the little fish that nibbled at my feet. “Zappy!” My motivational-inspirational-completely spiritual word for the day. (Defined however, you choose.)

Wanting to Stuff It!

My heart feels like a blossoming bud, and I want it to stop. I wish my petals would stay perfectly fit, silently hiding, keeping my full burst trapped and secret… Alas, my heart tingles – my body giggles, my legs prance and my smile refuses to leave my face. Teeth glistening and laugh lines tattoo creases into the air with pleasant sparks of sheer frivolity.

Basking in whimsicality, chortling on echoing invisible waves taking me into the new places I belong. Celebrating me allowing emotions to touch my heart, and giving myself permission to feel without fear. I have been freed from skin that was not mine, and touches that I never desired. Crackling shells from my flesh leave me standing for the first time able to say without repercussions, “I am free from the hindrances of others – I belong to me.”

My eyes had scales drip to the floor able to see my true colors. Tears washed away grimy dirt that plastered itself upon me with each word spoken over me telling me what needed to change. I have heard on several occasions throughout my life, “You are almost perfect.” Many of them with intentions of manipulation, others I am sure they meant through kinder intentions, but how could I know. A vessel condemned and broken with words, and demeaning actions.

Broken
Stolen
Shattered
Swallowed

Longing for someone to confess once that I was beautiful without stripping me of myself while saying it. I think I heard it once, only once with true intentions. They unable to know what or how to care for a wounded soul as myself. My crust that was supposed to be a soft outer layer, bombarded with thorns attacking any sweet thing about me. Why must the world try to destroy such delicate creatures? A heart pounding with deep love, only longing to pour it out. A body desiring to be touched, but fingers leave burn marks imprinted for all time – like a cigarette scarring my soul.

Darkness filled the shadows in places I had filled with light. Collisions of stars that lived deep inside crashing into each other over and over again – until today when they decided they had enough. Lashing rays of light and consuming all black that tried to hide.

Rummaging!
Sweeping out caverns
Chasms
Cracks
Cavities
Burrows
Slithering!
Forcing light to break into hollows
Pits
Shafts
Mysterious tunnels
Collecting all that was unspoken of -cowering in the abyss.

Escaping absurdity into puffing winds flailing out of my lungs. My lungs finally able to breathe without the dread of losing my breath again.
Inhale
Exhale
Collapse
Expand

Drawn into the everlasting folds of freedom and air.
New worlds
Renewed eyes
A heart able to love
A heart able to love back
Decades of merriment
Waiting to laugh with the shadow that helped me feel my skin for the first time – again.

This time seeing it alone, covered in memories of kisses… kisses that felt right and did not sting my lips. When the moon bounced upon my hair and it felt like mine. No shame filled my heart. Today there is no shame and the existence of guilt melted into the smoldering sun. My eyes caught glimpse of something magical and my world turned into fractals of golden paths. I am walking into deliquesce glimmering the shine that was always meant to be. I confess delight and longing, and wholeness through tunnels that have since been revived.

Eyes filled with glorious hope, weeping waves of healing – showered in acceptance. Scaling off a word that has been foreign to me, attaching like a second skin. Gone into the melting pot of old and wrong things. I sail into oceans way diving into forgiveness and receiving it myself.

No need to attack my flesh anymore and my skin forgives me. I accept it living in harmony – if it is but for this moment of delectable joy wafting my soul. Reaching in and pulling out all forms of goodness that has been stuck in a box for a decade. Shaking with anticipation for the day of eruption to arrive vowing never to return. Never!

It’s too late, there is nothing powerful enough to tie this down, or attack it again. Trying to stuff it is an impossible task. The heart is set – walking through valleys that pulverized after making it through. No going back, the way is ahead and all is at peace.

(I had another post in mind when I came on here, but this story/poem came out instead so I am leaving it. I had many inspirations today, I am thinking my brain needed to process them. I wish I could find the perfect song to play, but I cannot. Although, my aunt did post Fix You by Coldplay  this morning…that is a pretty amazing song and always makes my heart leap with sadness and joy. Hmm… I guess it is the perfect song.)