Snake bite

I have been told that pregnancy enhances vivid dreams to a whole other level. It must be true to some extent... some mornings I wake up thinking to myself, 'What just happened?' Last night was one of those nights. There is only one thing I remember from last nights dream that clearly stands out.
'I picked up a snake, and for some reason I was purposely aggravating it. Tapping it on the nose, teasing it. The snake transformed into what initially looked non threatening into something barely recognizable. It's smooth head, was now full of tiny horns, and it's toothless mouth now exposed a mouthful of sharp fangs. It bit down on my left thumb hard. At first I tried shaking it off, but it's grip held firm. Then I grabbed it's head and squeezed as hard as I could, finally releasing it's hold. I threw it across the room and it disappeared. Clearly I was in shock, examining the tiny holes, in a perfect circle around the knuckle of my thumb. Surprisingly I wasn't in a tremendous amount of pain. Then I noticed something. Something I had never seen before. Each tiny tooth hole, had a very small fine feathery like thing sticking out of it. I tried brushing them away, but they were each imbedded in to my skin like porcupine quills. I plucked one of them, and almost immediately regretted my decision. It seemed that removing it released a toxic venom into my system, that swelled my thumb up five times it's normal size. When it started to turn purple, I then began to panic. 'What just bit me?'

Places made of dreams

There is something quite mystical about sleeping... I am a very deep sleeper, I always have been but there are times I feel myself floating away. It's like leaving my body, and a small part of me prays before I fall asleep that I'll find my way back. I am always lost, always looking for something, always searching for answers. It can be unsettling, and sometimes traumatic when I feel trapped in something beyond my control. That in times of desperation and distress I can't seem to bring my body back to reality. I can't wake myself, and so I am prone to restless sleeping, sleep walking, sleep talking, and doing random things (opening drawers, turning on and off the light switch, playing with my phone) or even worse thinking that I am awake, when I am still very much asleep. I have tried to catch a face that seemed to be sinking between my bed and the wall, I have hovered above my bed at the ceiling screaming at the top of my lungs to try and wake myself up, I have felt cornered and threatened to the point at which I felt animal like instincts take over and actually growled out loud. On the upside I have been on many adventures. I have had the power to fly, the ability to breathe under water, and have seen beauty beyond words in places that could only be made of dreams.

Water Fall

Water fell from the sky like a waterfall... threatening humanity to extinction. We scrambled to find earths highest point. It seemed never ending and exhausting. The higher I climbed the higher the water would rise.

No place like home

The disturbance I feel inside is an overwhelming loss of security. It begins with a familiar place. A place I have known for many years. A place of comfort.

Suddenly all is lost. My home, everything. I wander an endless maze, in a foreign town so completely different and unfamiliar. There are few similarities, but where there should have been streets were now fields, and dead ends. When I finally found the street where my house was supposed to be, it was nowhere to be seen and many of the houses I had never seen before in my life. The town is deserted, and I am overcome with fear.
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The above is a reaccuring dream that I have had several times. In one dream I had actually called my mother from a payphone to tell her that I was lost. As she tried to explain to me over the phone the street that I was supposed to find I realized to my horror the street suddenly didn't exist. Within just a few moments of walking to the store and coming back it was gone, completely gone. Almost like I had gone back in time and was talking to my mother who lived in the future describing the way things looked then.

Crooked Old Man

A man with one good leg was limping down the street while dragging his bad leg and supporting himself with a cane. I could hear the sound of his foot scraping against the pavement from inside my house. Scrrrrr, Scrrrrr, Scrrr... closer... closer. I was petrified, so escaped out the back door of my house as he approached the front door. He knocked on my door, but I had already left. The sound of his foot dragging lingered.
Suddenly I stopped running... "Why was I running away in the first place?" I hesitated before deciding to go back. My inner conscience was fighting against me... "Get away... RUN!!!" I ignored it, and went back. I took the long way, and met the man at the end of my driveway. At first I was suspicious... but his gentle eyes eased my nerves. Guilt spread over me as I realized... "This man is disabled, what if he needed my help?"
I asked the man "Is there anything I can help you with?"
I lead him back to my house and noticed that the front door was wide open. I hesitated again... and ignored it.
I helped the man inside.
As soon as he was inside... the gentleness suddenly left his eyes and his expression became hard and dark. His strength was not that of a disabled man as he swung the door shut and threw his cane."
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I've been living in a fantasy world. On many occasions, I've ignored that inner voice... I knew something was wrong, it felt wrong and I brushed it off. I wanted to trust everyone, and I didn't want to believe that anyone could ever hurt me.

The message: Trust your instincts, and listen to that inner voice that often gets ignored. Who knows... it could one day save your life.

Race Against Time

I wake up remembering a number... In my dream I have a limited amount of time to figure out the meaning. I remember feeling anxious like it was a matter of life and death and was on the verge of lunacy.... The number was 1111.

It was a race against time. I remember vivid details, such as leaping out of the way of a transport with 1111 in huge print on it's side... and searching for a ticket with the 1111 number... In my frantic state my mind was boggled.. WHAT IS IT???? A DATE? A TIME? A MESSAGE? A PHONE NUMBER? ADDRESS? The dream was a puzzle, and I was missing all of the pieces.
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Since then... I became aware of the number 1111 in all of it's forms. It almost seemed as though my eyes were drawn to the clock frequently at 11:11. I began to wonder... question the meaning of it. Is there meaning? I gave up. Thought it to be just coincidence.

When I was in college... just for sheer stupidity, I took it a step further. I Went to google and typed in 1111. The top link was a page with the heading... "The 1111 Explanation". My jaw dropped. Others are seeing it to?? It is believed that the numbers are signs, that angels use to communicate. To be aware of your surroundings, possible changes you need to make, or a new door that is opening for you.

Fountain Overflow

More often than anything else, I have dreams of water. In this particular dream there was a large fountain in the center of town that began to overflow more water than it could ever hold. Everyone ran frantic, to climb to higher ground.

Symbols: Fountain, overflowing water
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Fountain: Water that is contained in any way points to an unconscious desire to exert emotional control, especially if the container is man-made. A fountain, for example, could represent a desire to be emotionally expressive, but in a way that is manageable and pleasant.

Water that overflows is just a representation of daily day problems that have gotten out of control