Dream and Dream Fragments:

I am sitting beside a person - I don't know whether it's male or female. This person steals my pentacle from around my throat somehow. I ask for it back but the person won't give it back so I go looking for it. The person's chest opens up, just like a medicine cabinet, and I search for my stolen necklace. I finally find it in a box of baking soda, after I've found a few other things that this person has stolen from me.

It is late afternoon, judging by the daylight. I am sitting I my old childhood bedroom and I have just changed into a pair of shorts. I decide that I'm going to stay here a while, so I sit down on some kind of cushion or padded chair. Looking down, to my left, I see about 8 inches of a snake's black tail sticking out from under the cushion. I know that it's a deadly poisonous snake - a moccasin. My mom comes to the door of my room and I tell her my predictament as I try to slowly ease off the cushion to no avail - the snake strikes. I'm lucky though - the snake bites me just under the joint where my right inner thigh meets my body but only one fang penetrates the first few layers of skin. Somehow, I get the snake knocked off of me. I look at the snake - arrow shaped head; thick body and the previously seen oddly thin tail, solid black except for two side by side tan marks coming from it's eyes and going down down it's 'cheeks'. They remind me of the Indian symbol for 'lightning'. I look back up and the snake disappears.

I wonder if I should go to the hospital but the bite barely looks like a mosquito bite. I decide to wait and see.

I'm now at my grandparents house, in a building just behind the house. The building melds with the garden - I don't know where one really stops and the other starts. I look out the front door and there are two or three Paint horses running across the grass that surrounds the garden. It makes me smile.

My grandfather comes in and grabs two red halters that hang on the wall in the room to the right. I stand in the doorway as I ask him what he's doing and he says that he is going to knock those fool horses' heads off. I block his way as I stand up to him. There is no way I'm going to let that happen. We have a shouting match right then and there - me yelling that there was no way I was going to let him hurt those horses and him yelling at me to get out of the way. I finally win as he disgustedly hands over the halters and leaves.

I see several plants on shelves in this room. Many I don't recognize - it is as if they are from another planet. I do recognize a few air ferns but that's about it. I browse through the plants and choose one - putting it with some other stuff in the other room.

I begin helping my dad gather some stuff out of the garden - it's all just going into a wheelbarrow. This is when I tell my dad about the snakebite. I pull the occasional sandwich out of the garden and throw it onto the stack that's growing in the other room, next to the horse tack. One sandwich falls behind some stuff - I'm a bit apprehensive because the room is now filled with lawnmovers and other junk...prime places for a snake to hide. I go in and quickly find the sandwich - and knock over a few things, out of nervousness that a snake actually was under them. I leave the room quickly.

I go into my grandparents' house. My grandfather has a snake (another moccasin) on a white towel, under a clear box in the living room. The snake isn't very contained - there is a good ten inch opening where the box is suspended over the edge of the table. I worry that it will just leisurely come out and try to bite me. My grandfather asks me if it is the one that bit me and I am sure that it is not. It has entirely too much tan on the face and body. He seems to doubt me but I don't care.

I'm out in the field with the horses. There is a small child here and I ask which of the horses he/she would like. The child smiles and I head into the field with the halters. I am nearly to the horses when I discover that the halters are entirely too small - they would only fit a Breyer model horse.

I am sitting in an outdoor auditorium, not far from where the horses are running. A girl in her late teens is sitting next to me and my pentacle necklace is missing again. I ask for it back - I don't get it so I have to search. Again, her chest opens up like a medicine cabinet and I find my pentacle in the baking soda. I tell the girl that she was so predictable. I also find two other things that I didn't know where missing, including a quartz point pendant.