Dream Journal Ultimate
Date: 2/29/2020
By taysav
A parking garage. An elevator that seems always to go or need to go to level 2. Jade lost in the confused travellings and maze of the lift and garage. An anaconda. Rumours of it consuming people. I am aware of its presence in this new jungle setting. Of its eyes and want of possession of me. Not as true friend, prey or geniuine company but as thing. As object to keep and play with. I never see the snake when I am in its den. Only images appear to me of news articles or images projected into my mind by others stories. As I piece the puzzle together which is more like me coming into a fuller clearer awareness of my situation (where initially I was blind) I get a close visual of this snakes body. It is a close up movie sequence of its neck area crawling on the ground. For some reason the snake has two small feetless legs just below and beside it’s ‘neck’. It’s scales are a grey green and oily but dull. It moves slowly. Not in a frightening predatory way with music alike that of jaws. Not gently either. More like a cats slow curious and deliberate stalk towards not a bird but a potentially bigger object and thing. I am with another person in this place. It’s as if the anacondas body makes up the perimeter of the place. I am trapped. Weary I shouldn’t attempt to leave. The snakes curiousity in me and other humans has the air of possessiveness. It is poisonous and this flash of information comes to me in images. Like in sci fi movies how AI can just download information on the spot. Jade suggests I leave but warns me of the danger. It is not in desperation rather a compulsion through my fugue and confused state. She aids me in directing me through a thin confusing maze of cloth and trees. For some reason his jungle scenery sometimes changes to fabrics of cloth instead of leaves. As I leave I do not feel panic or rush. I wish not to run incase it causes suspicion and an overwhelming fear and adrenaline in my body. I also seem to be using this fugue state to my advantage in the play and manipulation of obliviousness. The snake follows me closely and fast. It is not angry or sad in its pursuit. Rather it’s emotional state is alike that of the coldness of a killer. It wishes to catch up to me, shaking its head and teaching me a lesson. As I run through the bushes which remind me of Southbank parklands, he is close on my tail. It is as if he is attatched to a 3 meter string around my ankle. I think this both because of his consistent distance as well as reactions to certain pulling actions of my leg in bursts of sprints. —an image of me holding a rope and with all my might trying to break it apart with my hands appears while writing this. It is for some reason in the setting of the garage as well as an empty back ground— At one point I decide to turn around and face the snake. It does not hate me but it’s curiosity or attraction of an unusual kind is enough for me to know he will not immediately kill me. I turn to face him and project from my mind images of a sexual pornographic kind. Not of snake and I, but of strangers, mostly women. It’s a seduction. But not with the intent to arouse the snake or myself (?). Fear consumes this decision to turn from my running escape and be met with physical closeness and intimacy, face to face and body to body with the snake- the act is dangerous. It arches its back so that it’s chest is extended and vertical, my energetic/physical body does the same and we both rise parallel and vertical towards the treetops. It’s as if our hearts have become caught in a magnetism that sucks our chests closer but also keeps a solid and invisible push/pull distance. The images which are now channeled between us as if through a visual connection seem to be a download of both souls. The snake is satisfied in its new and becoming understanding of me. But the understanding is only fertilised and stabilised as it is experienced by both of us at once. Many interpretations come to my mind regarding this dream. •what happened at the parking garage? •serpentine crystal? •snakes, shedding skin, transmutation? •kundalini?