HELLO FLORIDA or WRESTLE WITH DRAGONS AND DRAGONS YE SHALL, BLAH BLAH BLAH
there must be something in the land of florida itself which gives me these dreams...
the setting is the ubiquitous swampland of my dreamtime landscape. straight out of some black and white tarzan movie, but with heavy purples and subdued blues. dangling vines and dead trees.
my family was on some sort of road trip. my mother was behind the wheel, with me in the back seat. my father and sister may have been present, but that was more implied than anything concrete.
all of a sudden my mother hits something with the car. outside we see a large alligator, nearly twenty feet long, floating lifeless in the water. we drag it on shore, to keep it from drowning. its left arm has been severed.
(the second time in a week where the left arm of some animal has been hacked off. i wonder if it has some symbolic meaning outside mere conincidence? left=sinister? of what i have read the right arm symbolizes your outgoing nature, while the left is the nurturing one.)
its dead. or at least i think so before its leg begins to move. we head back to the car when all hell breaks loose.
a large snake slithers from out of nowhere.
i think it might be a rattlesnake. as if on cue its tail begins rattling.
i get into the car, but my mother gets bit.
i start to get out of the car to help her, when more snakes appear. except they appear to be a mixture of cobra and butterball turkey. they seem to roll, then come to a dead halt, one deft striking patterns.
pulling myself into the car, i realize something is grabbing me through the window. out of the trees fall all manner of monkeys, all jet black. no eyes, but just pure dark forms.
i grab one and swing him over my head by his tail, before bashing him on the ground.
gravel flies as we drive quickly away.
but my mom refuses medical attention.
the symbolism is getting much more obvious the more time that passes. of my guilt weighed against the fact that it was something i could not change.
the setting is the ubiquitous swampland of my dreamtime landscape. straight out of some black and white tarzan movie, but with heavy purples and subdued blues. dangling vines and dead trees.
my family was on some sort of road trip. my mother was behind the wheel, with me in the back seat. my father and sister may have been present, but that was more implied than anything concrete.
all of a sudden my mother hits something with the car. outside we see a large alligator, nearly twenty feet long, floating lifeless in the water. we drag it on shore, to keep it from drowning. its left arm has been severed.
(the second time in a week where the left arm of some animal has been hacked off. i wonder if it has some symbolic meaning outside mere conincidence? left=sinister? of what i have read the right arm symbolizes your outgoing nature, while the left is the nurturing one.)
its dead. or at least i think so before its leg begins to move. we head back to the car when all hell breaks loose.
a large snake slithers from out of nowhere.
i think it might be a rattlesnake. as if on cue its tail begins rattling.
i get into the car, but my mother gets bit.
i start to get out of the car to help her, when more snakes appear. except they appear to be a mixture of cobra and butterball turkey. they seem to roll, then come to a dead halt, one deft striking patterns.
pulling myself into the car, i realize something is grabbing me through the window. out of the trees fall all manner of monkeys, all jet black. no eyes, but just pure dark forms.
i grab one and swing him over my head by his tail, before bashing him on the ground.
gravel flies as we drive quickly away.
but my mom refuses medical attention.
the symbolism is getting much more obvious the more time that passes. of my guilt weighed against the fact that it was something i could not change.