Dream

Posted on May 8, 2003 in Dreams

Lynn and I are helping a fortyish woman who has seldom been outside of her house. Many years ago, she came out and was frightened by a group of toreadors. Today, we’re taking her to the dentist. Some bullfighters are practising. She climbs into a large blue bag which others who are helping her zip up. They give us directions to a special center. Lynn and I push a dolly with a pair of white suitcases through a long, semi-circular arcade. A madwoman on a bicycle chatters at us and nearly runs us over. We walk past the place we’re supposed to meet the others — it’s in an old public school built for the baby boom — but one of our companions calls to us. I wheel the suitcases over, but stop when I see a long, tan rattlesnake in the dry grass. I call to the people in the building. They come out and look at it. One of them spreads dry grass over it so that it will be quiet. Lynn comes walking up and puts her foot almost on it. I wake up screaming “Lynn! You’re going to step on it!“