More Dreams & Mom's Birthday

Friday March 9th was Mom's birthday. Sometime around the month of June 1933 my grandparents had sex for (probably) the second time in their lives. Nine months later in March of 1934 my mother was born.

So my dream last night was kind of disturbing (I've been dreaming a lot lately, or at least remembering them). I was in some little town that I don't recognize. I'm there with my mother. The sky turned black and the wind picked up to a gale. It was a tornado. The people of the town were accustomed to this weather and reacted to it with orderly urgency. They directed me to a safe place. I tried to get mom there with me but I couldn't. I found myself alone, waiting out the storm. When the danger had passed, I rushed back to where I had last seen my mother. She wasn't there, she was gone. As people emerged from their safe places and returned to their routines, I knew mom had been taken. The reality hit and I woke up.

I visited the cemetary yesterday with the best of friends, my friend Sandy and Mom's oldest of friends Lynn. I think Lynn and my mother were empying wine bottles since before I was born, that's how far they go back. Anyway, Lynn brought a bottle of red wine, it always had to be red and 4 cups. Lynn poured us each a cup, mom too, and we toasted dear friends. The fourth was poured on the grave so mom could enjoy too. As were spoke with each other, reminiscing, I realized that mom would not have been satisfied with just one glass. A second was poured for her and promptly shared with the ground that covers my mother. Maybe that'll keep the ol' gal quiet for awhile! Then I spread Eddie's ashes. Note to ash spreading people, stand upwind while doing this! Ashes taste terrible! Then we read the marker that says, "Here lies love - Mother, Sister, Friend". No truer words could have describer my mother. Happy Birthday Mom! I miss you the same today as the day you left.

More Dreams

SNAKES ON A PLANE

Two nights ago, I woke up from being bitten by a snake. Although it didn't happen at Bounding Bend, it did happen in the old neighborhood.

David and I were clearing land at a neighbor's house (we actually did a lot of yard work there). I was suspended on some kind of rope swing over the yard watching David work. He stopped to take a break when we realized that there could be snakes in the marshy brush. Soon I began to spot a snake or two from my elevated height. I would spy them and David would grab them around the neck and dispose of them.

Well, I happened to see just the head of a snake poking out of some shallow bracken. It head was particularly evil shaped and I warned David that this one was poisonous. He lunged for the neck of the snake but missed, grabbing it somewhere near the middle instead. The snake launched itself from it's position, sinking teeth firmly into the underside of my arm, successfully piercing the skin.

This was actually the second time in the dream that I would be bitten. The first was by a smaller snake of no consequence. The second bite, I knew was of the poisonous nature and concerned me. Although I was concerned, I did not panic as I knew that all I had to do was wake up and I'd be ok. So I woke up. I woke up and found that my right arm had fallen asleep from the awkward position it had been in.

Last night took me back to Bounding Bend. I was in the little house in the back yard. It seemed that the little house had mice and rats and traps needed to be set. I had some traps that I began to set using chicken as bait. As I was setting the traps, a rat came and stole a piece of chicken. Damn rat, I'll get you. I set the traps inside the little house. I went outside to the yard to see someone chasing a big ol' rat. As it ran near me, I swung a big shoe at it and demolished it, splattering its guts all over the yard as well as myself. I was covered in guts. My job here is done. I woke up.

The night before last was all about UFO's. Sometimes I think dreams are also imagination. Not every dream has to mean something.