|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.