I had a dream last night, and I want to know what people think it might mean. Maybe some background is required. My dad and stepmother in Peoria just moved out of the house where the family moved in 1992, a couple months into my freshman year of high school, and into a smaller house that suits an empty-nested couple more appropriately than the old one.
The "old house," which I guess I have to call it now, has been home in Peoria for over twenty years. Mom died there when I was nineteen. It's where my family was centered when I became an adult. It's where my brother and sisters and I have introduced our friends and loved ones to the family. It's where we were a family. And now I'll most likely never see the inside of it again.
This has been the undercurrent in an otherwise inexplicable motif of sadness lately. I don't know why I've been sad, but it happened rather quickly. As my friend Amanda said, this kind of sadness is the worst, as there is no target-- no area of my life on which I know to focus my efforts. There's no one and nothing for which I particularly long right now, and maybe that's the problem.
I dreamed that I was in the basement of the old house with a group of people. Who it was in particular I can't say, except that I knew everyone well. The only specific person I can remember is my friend Nick, though not for any major part he played. The basement was for some reason filled with hidden venomous snakes. Looking at the main room revealed nothing at all, but behind furniture and under almost every object was a brown-yellow-red diamonback-ish snake. I recall thinking they were beautiful.
At the beginning of this, the group and I were looking for something that was recalled earlier in the dream, but is now lost with the passage of time. It was not a mystery though. Anyway, everywhere we looked there would be an agitated snake that would coil in hostility upon discovery, putting its neck into an S-shape in preparation to strike if its discoverer got too close. The only spoken words I remember were when Nick had a run-in with one of them, and took a bite on the ankle.
"Did he get you?" I asked.
"Yeah," he responded.
Nick left, presumably to seek medical attention, and after a while of this I was in the basement by myself with all the hidden snakes. I recall that I had no intention of harming any of them, and that doing so would cause for something to be lost that could not be regained, or would serve as some kind of failure on my part. So whenever I encountered one of these annoyed snakes I would respectfully back off and look elsewhere.
After some time, I was sitting on the old junky blue-upholstered chair that hasn't been in that basement in over fifteen years, and I looked to my left. At the other end of the room, lying in plain sight, was an enormous snake. It was at least fifteen feet long and a foot in diameter at its widest, and was lying in a close V-shape, seemingly at leisure. Its head was the size of a large men's shoe. It seemed to notice me at the same time as I noticed it, and began to threateningly charge me.
My legs didn't seem to work, and I made slow mushy progress to the stairs behind the chair's back. At this point either my dream changed or I woke up. I'm not sure, because I have no memory of what happened after that.
I don't know what this dream means, but I have some ideas. I would like to know your opinion on it.