A Wish Come True - Dreams

by Quercus

Thanks to Jessie's marvellous dream that I envied for its clarity and meaning, my subconscious mind decided to give a clear dream the very next night! I didn't actually remember it until I was reading the post I had just written, and the image popped into my mind....

It's still not as beautifully symbolic and as crystal clear as Jessie's, but as she said, it doesn't take Freud to unravel it, either!

In my dream, there was an enormous anaconda or python or something. It's face looked more like a lizard's, colourful and angular, but it was very clearly an enormous engorged snake. It looked like it had eaten a person (or several people, actually).

(I have to mention as an aside that a follow-up recommended YouTube video from the one I was watching on elephants involved a snake apparently eating a security guard in the Indian subcontinent. I didn't click to view it for obvious reasons. Urgh. That's probably where the snake in my dream with the engorged belly full of bodies came from! Yuck!).

In my dream, this giant snake was all entwined in the hedge that lines the side of my driveway. I was standing at my garage door or next to it, surveying the scene. A stupid opossum, this dirty, giant rat with matted damp fur, was stalking the fattened, digesting snake. Yes, a very stupid marsupial with the brains of diarrhea was attempting to eat the snake from the tail end.

I was scared of the snake. It's prudent to be frightened of anything that eats humans. But I didn't rush back inside, because I was almost lulled into a false sense of security; it had fed. And it had fed BIG TIME. This enormous reptile would probably have to stay there, entwined in the bushes, digesting for the next week at the very least. The energy out-put required just to move would be inefficient. I knew enough about snakes and other poikilotherms to be reasonably assured that the snake had ceased to be a real menace.

Still, the opossum was imbecilic. I saw it reach to nibble at the stumpy little tail-end of this great snake. I cringed. It was the stupidest thing I had ever seen.

The snake moved. Lugubriously but precisely. Its head (that of a lizard's more than a snake?) leered at me. I was scared. It trained its icy gaze at the opossum who hadn't the foresight to run. And with lightening speed, it lunged the 2 foot gap with the free non-engorged part of its body (its neck region) and its fangs pierced and scraped and poisoned the opossum.

It didn't eat the opossum - it had merely killed it. The awful monster just wanted it dead. What harm was a stupid marsupial going to do to a snake that weighed more than an automobile? And then, as the opossum died a gruesome, jerking death from poison, the snake decided to eat it anyway.

It was the worst thing I had seen. (I still have a horrendous mental image of this!). The opossum was alive enough to pathetically try to squirm out from between the flexible jaws of this gargantuan reptilian beast, but was so completely overpowered that it only served to delay the inevitable. The snake, despite being full from eating beyond its fill, still had room for one more stupid, harmless marsupial who, like me, had assumed that this snake would be pacified for quite some time. There was no more room inside it. But it turns out there is always room for opossum (the Jell-O of the snake diet?)....!

I don't remember what happened after that. The dream carried on elsewhere.

Before anyone decides to apply Freudian psychology to this, I am aware of a large snake being entwined in the bushes of my driveway as providing suitable fodder for sexual imagery! I don't quite think that's what this dream was about, however.

I've got to stop eating marshmallows before bed. This always happens!

Here's what I think this vaguely represents, though I'm open to alternative explanations:

• The snake/reptile is my mother. She's devoured me, or parts of me, or me and other people. 
• I don't fear my mother enough. I let my guard down when I believe her to be pacified after having fed on someone (or me) previously. The danger, however, remains.
• I think I might also be the opossum. Or it's an aspect of me. I'm not clear on this. I think it might be my subconscious's representation of my attempts to do battle with her - I'm not fierce, I'm kind of pathetic, I'm sneaking up on her from behind, awaiting the opportune moment . . . and it's all quite stupid and I'm going to be killed. And then maybe engulfed, too. 

Anyone want to play dream-analyst? Go for it! I promise not to be offended - I already see myself as a mangy opossum, what could be worse?