I have always been subject to vivid, story-oriented, memorable dreams. Even some that I had as a child have remained with me across the years. Colors, odors, even textures are memorable, often as plot devices. I suppose I have always been an escapist and my dreams have always offered an alternate reality. Not necessarily a better one, but a different one. Needless to say, across the past month I have been a frequent visitor.
Last night’s dream was no exception. It began with a course in an amphitheater classroom, very mathematical and computer science heavy. Sitting next to me was the man I have lost, looking nothing like he did, except when he was younger. We both understood quite easily and some other would be suitors were astonished that I chose him, but how could they know how brilliant and beautiful his mind was and how in synch with mine he could be? The silliness and absurdity was present as well, when listening to the lecture, I caught him chewing on the very end of my hair. (It is long, though it was odd it took me so long to notice.) When I questioned him, he sheepishly admitted that it was something cats do, so he wanted to try it and it was nice. (At least in his opinion – I still found it odd.)
We went with a group to head back to the dorms and I took of my shoes to walk through the grass, even though it was dark. The grass was damp. I couldn’t tell if it was from a late summer evening’s dew or from a recent rain. He held out his arm to get me to stop, startling me, not to mention the frog I had nearly stepped upon. I began to watch the ground as I walked, hopping, myself as the frogs ran out of the way from others, nearly ending up in my path. We all began leaping and laughing, heading towards the sidewalk.
But when we got to the sidewalk, there was the most horrific of “team-building” exercises. There were snakes on perches. Some were rust and brown colored, some were greens, and some were black or black and cream. We were warned by other people running the gauntlet ahead of us, that some of the snakes were poisonous, but not all. So we started meandering through and it was relatively easy to avoid them, mostly. That is, until we reached a part of the path that had four of them placed in a row and all were agitated. We halted, watching a man, bitten and poisoned, writhing until he was carried away. “We should move slowly, so as not to upset them further,” I murmured to him, and though he nodded, a woman thrust her way between us, running at top speed to be struck by one.
And this was when my alarm sounded, waking me. I don’t know that it had any meaning attached, but it was interesting and left me questioning what the conclusion might have been.