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| This morning after a snow... Not exactly snake weather! |
Saturday morning I woke before dawn to a weird dream. I was somewhere South, by a woodpile where
there was a brownish looking copperhead (poisonous snake). There was another guy there that I am pretty
sure who he was even though I never got a good look at him, but he picked up
the copperhead and thrust it at me. I
quickly grabbed the snake a few inches behind it s head, but the snake
slithered backwards, trying to free its head.
Although it happened in an instant, I knew that if it’s head got free,
he’d bite my hand so I camped down, catching its mouth between my thumb and
index finger. It’s not the best way to
hold a snake, but I knew I was safe and could let it go where it wouldn’t
threaten me or anyone else. I then woke
up and was unable to get back to sleep.
It seems as if I have been dealing with a lot of metaphorical
snakes lately. Although I am not
particular afraid of snakes, except for the heart rate jump that comes when I’m
startled by one, I also don’t make a habit of handling them. But I have been dealing with a lot of stuff
lately, and although I haven’t thought of it as dealing with snakes, when I
woke up I knew right away what the dream was about. I also had a feeling that I am going to be
okay as I was able to let the snake go free and where it wouldn’t be a danger
anymore.
