Cobras

Date: 6/29/2018

Today, I had one of the most vivid and strangest dreams I’ve had in a very long time. I was reunited with several of my friends. I grew up in a very small town in another country, where Witchery and evil spells are seen as a real threat. Last night, I saw several of my hometown friends, for the first time in forever. I especially remember being very close, in this specific dream, with my one friend, Marco. I also saw Quitin, Vianey, and in one short instance, my little brother santi. We were in a very tropical place. There were tons Olive green palm trees, so high that when you looked up at the sky, you could barely see through the thick curled up leaves. The trunks of the trees were especially large, dense and very dark. The dark mud colored trunk almost blended in with the dirt colored wet ground. Some spots on the soil were covered by light green and yellowish dried up grass. It reminded me of the type of savanna-like grass that grew in the hidden xeric shrub-land of Mexico, where I grew up. People were dancing, and most had what appeared like wooden hand crafted cups. They all had a weird liquid inside of them. What I found interesting is that people were only wearing gigantic sized bright green and dark green leafs to cover the top of their bodies. They also had light beige colored animal skin-like bottoms wrapped up around their waists. The background was filled with sound. I could hear water streaming in the distance, branches moving with the wind, people laughing, claps and African like - skin animal drums being played. There was also another sound - it was like dozens of “sonajas” being played at once. Like hand crafted wooden bells with beans inside of them. Yet, I couldn’t see any. There were black stone like pendants that hung off people’s necks. Everyone had hand crafted jewelry that moved with vigor as they danced. Some necklaces had many pendants, and this made them look almost like Stone Age strands of beads. They swung side to side in an almost hypnotizing pattern. My friends and I were talking. Everyone seemed very happy to be catching up. With drinks in hand, they talked about our adventures growing up and memories from my childhood flashed in the back of my head. I was there with them, but at the same time, I wasn’t. I was seeing all these images in my head. Those images looked sad. If not sad, kind of gloomy. Faces of people with smiling faces echoed inside of my head when people talked about a specific memory. But it was as if they had a gray high contrast Snapchat filter. A shade of gray that groomed their faces and made them so pale they looked kind of white. Like ghostly white. Laurita appeared in those images. So did the image of a time that I had dejavú while playing and dancing in her hallway. We laughed as we shook red Pompoms. At some point, it seems that I switched from a festivity mood to being into alert mode. I seemed to have perceived a threat. All the sudden, we all started talking about finding something. We looked around and saw that everyone was dancing weird. Their eyes did not move very much but they had a permanently lined up smile on their faces. They seemed hypnotized. My little brother ran up to me with what he thought was a map. I grabbed the plain white sheet of printed paper and confused stared at the yellow and green colored-pencil marks. I couldn’t make anything out of those lines so I laughed and flicked away the piece of paper. The sheet fell on the ground and small green leafs flew out into the air. My brother picked up the sheet and gave it to me again! No! It’s the map! Don’t drop it - it will get wet! He said with frustration. I took the paper from him again and looked at it closely. I stared to make out thick strands that twisted and curled with one another. They looked tingled up like worms and were so real l thought I could see them moving. They’re snakes! Said my little brother. And ran away playing with my little Boston terrier puppy. I looked at the sheet again. Static grass green and bright yellow colored snakes. They weren’t moving. They weren’t just lines anymore. They looked like children drawn snakes with big heads and bumps along their necks. A little dot carefully placed on the sides of their faces representing the eyes. A couple of them had two eyes. They were facing forwards and their heads seemed to be sticking out of the page. This colored pencil drawing looked so complex yet so simple. Given the crocked lines along their bodies and the uneven thickness of the tingled up snakes, I knew it must be a children’s drawing. My dream after this, switched into me and couple of my old friends from childhood running and searching for something. We crawled through dry leafs and wet leafs and wet soil and dry soil. And ponds of thick and nasty molded water. They were marshes! Pantano like puddles extended across the whole forest! I took a look across the savanna like field to my right. There were not many trees on that side of the forest. Just tall grass, water and soil. In the back of my mind, I hoped that nova and my little brother were safe. She likes to jump around in the puddles. Not these puddles baby - I thought. This are not happy puddles. These are sad, nasty and scary puddles. We kept going and hunching under big branches of twinged up sticks and leafs. The leafs looked so fresh and dark green - I could smell the freshness. All the sudden, we started hearing the sound of the wooden bells get stronger. It sounded like tons of rattles that were shaken in a symphony like pattern. We went along a corner through a sheath of leafs, and there it was. Like the drawing! The image in front of my eyes was so scary it made my heart rate go up. I could feel my heart beating with so much power it might as well jump out of my chest. There was a ball of tingled up rattle snakes. They were soldier like green and had grey-ish and yellow patches on them. They moved and twisted and curled up with one another. The big faces were neatly stuffed in this knot of snakes. With little black dots as eyes, big Pac-Man like mouths and pitch black tongues, they scared us away. We ran and ran. All the sudden, the people around us were not naked with leafs and animal skins anymore. They weren’t smiling, either. Instead, we saw skeleton like faces hiding under blurry black body long hoodies. They moved so slow and never made eye contact. There were so many of these monk like creatures. They also sounded like a loudly breathing animal. The carnaval like background sound was replaced by monk church like music. The skeleton faces had a weird shape. They widened at the top and on the sides. They looked like cobras! There was one, specifically, that seemed more important than the others. There was a king like intimidating vibe radiating from it. It to moved so slowly - side to side - again, in a hypnotizing pattern. I stared for a long while until my friend, Marco, making eye contact with me, broke the hypnotizing like interest I had in that specific cobra looking person. We ran away and hid from the hooded cobra looking skeletons. All the sudden, we found ourselves in a spiritually powerful “Stone Age - like” sanctuary. There were dozens of gigantic trees with immensely thick trunks that had faces craved in them. Weird figures stuck out of the trunks’ surfaces. Some of them were snakes, some had eyes, some of them looked like coins, others were weirdly geometrical. There were white and purple candles and fog like pink clouds everywhere. There was one object which caught my attention. Within the leafy green of the forest and the spots of tall green grass, was a big brown dirt colored and mud-ceramic looking vase... or maybe it was made out of dirt colored wood. I couldn’t tell. It was right next to a big hand crafted cobra sculpture that stuck out from the ground. The vase was so big it almost looked like a gigantic water bottle. Dark pink fumes and white fog came out of it. My friend Marco and I got closer to it. It looked like wine. It looked evil. It looked dangerous yet hypnotizingly delicious. We grabbed some with a wooden scoop and poured it in a couple of those wooden hand crafted mugs that were in a pile right next to the big vase. These were just like the ones people were carrying around at the carnival! “Is this what they were drinking!? Maybe this is why they looked so out of it - hypnotized, almost” - I thought. As soon as we filled the mugs with liquid, I told Marco to make sure to remember the cobras, and the liquid when he woke up so we could look it up! I was aware this was a dream and almost wanted to take notes of all the things I saw so that I could look up the symbolic meanings later. Marco, Quitin and me ran away with the wodden mugs. We saw the king looking hooded cobra skeleton. I think we made eye contact. He had little black dots as eyes and it didn’t feel like he could see me. We ran and then all the sudden, the rain forest feel ended. We were running in my hometown, in the dry shrub-land roads that were covered with red dust and gravel. We got to my childhood house. We sat on my dinner table and talked with my mom about what had happened. We had the poison looking liquid in the mugs. I started hearing what sounded like a siren. Everything went black and it is like this that I woke up to my phone ringing....