Friday, December 7, 2007

Yet Another Odd Dream

I'm in an office building, in front of the elevators, with a very cute, gay co-worker. A girl I knew from high school, Heather, is with us. His normally black hair is gray. Apparently he and Heather dated before he came out but they were still friends. And he was wearing a white captains hat. Yes, it's important.

So then we're on a bus with a few other people. Heather's gone. We're driving up a road that winds along the ocean. And his captain's hat is on the floor. And there's a snake in it. I'm freakin' out yelling SNAKE SNAKE SNAKE and it's small, but it's a rattlesnake. He reached down to grab the snake and it jumped up and bit him. On the inside of his mouth, on his cheek. I have no idea.....

Then, after a while, he started looking sick, so I said we should really find a hospital. I could see (inside his mouth) that the bite had black edges. Again, I think this is an important detail. Somehow I know that there is a hospital just up the road, or just down the road. Oddly enough, I remember this area from another dream (I dream ALOT). But then I ask him, "Wait. Are we in Portland or Los Angeles?" He says "Los Angeles" and I say, "Oh, then yes, I know where we are. Hospital is up this way."

The group, the whole time is a bit annoyed with me because they just want to keep driving, but I'm very worried about him and insist we find this hospital. We ask a nice couple, they give up directions, we're suddenly in a sample sale of lingerie for extremely large breasted women. There's a counter with a very large blond woman behind it and I ask her "Is this the hospital?" She says yes. I ask "Do you have an emergency staff on hand?" She says she doesn't know. Meanwhile, he's laying on the ground at my feet, curled around my legs, looking very sick and pathetic. And somehow he got codine so he's a little out of it [I think the codine is directly from Without A Trace last night. A woman snuck codine that was sewed into her hair scrunchie into a prison for her friend. I never watch that show, but I did and I guess it stuck with me].

Then I tell the blond lady what happened to him and that she should call a code blue, and I ask "Do you even know what a code blue is?!" She says no. [This is directly from Gray's Anatomy last night. Guy's choroidal artery blew (that's the one in the neck, right?) and Dr. Gray was applying towel after towel to keep the bleeding at bay and she finally said to call a code blue and the guy says "Code blue? That's bad, right?" and the other docs get a little miffed at her for calling a code blue when the guy is still conscious.]

Suddenly, he's feeling much better and all is well. Then I wake up.

Don't you guys love this shit?

So, I looked up a couple of pertinent symbols:

"To dream that you are buying or shopping for lingerie, indicates that you are compensating for your inner feelings of emptiness. You may be trying to fulfill some sexual/emotional need. Alternatively, you may be seeking to change your image and attitude. You may feel one way on the inside but behave another way on the outside."

Sounds right on to me. Sure, I'm empty and I have emotional needs. We won't talk about my sexual needs because my mother reads this. And yes, I feel like my image is changing.

"To see a rattlesnake in your dream, represents the passage of time.
To see a snake or be bitten by one in your dream, signifies hidden fears and worries that are threatening you.? Your dream may be alerting you to something in your waking life that you are not aware of or that has not yet surfaced. The snake may also be seen as phallic and thus symbolize dangerous and forbidden sexuality. The snake may also refer to a person around you who is callous, ruthless, and can't be trusted. As a positive symbol, snakes represent transformation, knowledge and wisdom. It is indicative of self-renewal and positive changes."

Again, with the sex. What the hell?

3 comments:

subrahmanyam said...

i am speechless and clueless.Wats wrong with u???

Mom said...

I think it probably has something to do with the "pretty pink pills"! Maybe you should ask the doctor to change the dosage or something, maybe a different color??? That's what it is - the color - they need to be something besides pink. (Ignore me - I'm losing it . . . . . .) Just had to respodn somehow!

Dee said...

Ok, I have never, ever know anyone who remembers their dreams in that much detail!!! I have no clue. I'd ignore them.