Last night in my dreams, snakes were everywhere--relatively small snakes, in wads, like in Indiana Jones. There were two colors--a sandy brown type and a bright blue type. Somehow I got up the courage to pick up one of the blue ones. Instead of wriggling, it held still. I remember thinking how strange it felt--like warm felt, maybe like the way a puppy's tail would feel. Never having actually touched a snake (and never having wanted to!), I don't know what they feel like, but I'd be willing to bet that they don't feel like puppies' tails.
Some dream interpretation guides suggest that all snake dreams are sex dreams. I doubt that this snake dream could be interpreted that way. I am dreadfully afraid of snakes, yet in this dream, I grew tolerant of them. That is not to say that I actually liked them, but I stopped being afraid of them, even though they were in wads beneath the bedding.
In the same dream, or maybe one that followed or preceded it, I dreamed of my family. My parents, my brothers and sisters. There was this coffee pot that I kept trying to get set up so I could make coffee. At one point, the pot disappeared, and my mother said she'd sent it back to Sears because something was wrong with it. I knew there was nothing wrong with it, only that Mama did not like the pot. Daddy went out to her car and got it out of the trunk where she'd put it and helped me hunt a place to set it up. The house (not their real house) was one of these odd little dream places that had walls where no walls should be, lots of niches and nooks, and yet there were relatively few horizontal surfaces that were wide enough for the coffee pot. It was a frustrating feeling but one I've often felt with my family members--that something needed fixing and that if only this or that wasn't wrong, I could fix it.
One other dream bit concerned an engine-less car. The car was husband-powered. The wife drove it while the husband huddled in the engine compartment and pedaled as fast as he could (like a bicycle with a car shell on top of it). They could go pretty fast, but people were fussing because they were afraid that the car would be unable to keep up with regular traffic. The husband was a short, squat, very muscular man, so he probably had some staying power--but not enough for the highways, I would think! (I just had an amusing thought--when she needed to brake, did she kick him in the head? Well, I guess that wouldn't be that amusing to any husband who has ever felt pushed around and abused by his wife.)
I actually had a chance to dream and to sleep late since we're having a snow day. (Remember--I teach at a school that's 66 miles to the north.) Our area got about 10 inches of snow yesterday, with heavy snow falling on ice-covered roads. One neighboring county could not keep up with plowing so they just quit and shut down everything until the snow stopped. The local schools are open, including the local branch of my college, so I'll be teaching my night class downtown, but that's not until 6 p.m., so I'm not too worried about it at present. I'm more than prepared.
Speaking of being prepared, I got the materials yesterday for the teaching demo that's part of my campus interview. The teacher of the class had included a day-by-day breakdown of what was going to happen, but she had nothing happening for that day except that students were turning in an essay. So, I'm supposed to collect her essays for her? Geez. It's hard enough to walk into a stranger's classroom and take over. Now let me have a classroom where most of the students were up half the night finishing essays, and the ones who bothered to show up will be glazed over with exhaustion. I'd better be at my wittiest and most entertaining. No one knows better than I what an effect a negative audience can have on a speaker. Oh, the curses of having written a dissertation on audience.
The hubby has a doctor's appointment later. He's still coughing and suffering congestion, so I hope he'll talk to the doc about that. Mostly, he's having his cholesterol regulated. He's on his third different medication for cholesterol, yet no doctor has ever put him on the one I take, which is one of the older ones. It works very well for me.
I need to get some things ready for our mail pickup, and since we never know when that will be (anywhere between ten a.m. and six p.m.), I may already be too late. Till next time.... Dr. S.
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