To: K-list
Recieved: 2000/05/31 12:01
Subject: Re: [K-list] serpent dreams
From: Paul Perner
On 2000/05/31 12:01, Paul Perner posted thus to the K-list:
divine_goddessATnospamhotmail.com wrote:
>
>
> Well, my room was filled with serpents of all kinds of descriptions.
> Where ever I looked or stepped they were coiled up or slithering
> around. A few would bare these interesting ferocious looking fangs at
> me.
>
Paul replies,
This is the part of the snake dream we share. I would see all kinds, big
ones little ones, different colors and patterns, exotic ones and plain ones.
I want to pick one up, but they would slither away. This could stem from the
fact that I admire and used to keep pet snakes, but I've also loved and
lived with dogs, cats, fish etc., but they've never visited my dreams on a
regular basis the way snakes have.
Dream interpretation can be interesting and the images that keep coming
back deserve a closer look, but some of my favorite are the ones that mean
absolutely nothing. You know, those crazy non-reoccuring journeys through a
personal phantasmagoria that you wish would never end? It's the stuff of
Louis Carrol and Peter Max and over interpretation only tarnishes its fun,
senseless beauty.
There's an even better kind of dream. I've only had a hand full of them in
my life, maybe one every three to five years or so. They would involve
wondering through or flying over (by just directing my thought, I would take
off like a bird) some otherworldly civilization. It was very evolved, but
there were no machines. Everything seemed natural. Or the dream would take
place in and around a big, old house... very special place with intriguing
people by a beautiful ocean or under a fantastic sky. These would be long,
complex dreams and would involve some kind of journey or unfolding drama. As
the dream would end, there was a deep feeling of longing. I would want to
stay, but I knew I couldn't. As I would wake up, the feeling or even a
unique, beautiful melody that was heard in the dream world would linger like
a fading echo. These are those misty morning moments in which words fail me.
Can anybody relate to this?
Yours all day and all night,
Paul
P.S.
I'm back, obviously. And after our Laguna Beach to Catalina Island
holiday of sun, sand, surf and shameless sex, I've decided to exchange my
white robe for the ways of the world and the desires of the flesh. Yes, my
sisters and brethren of the pure light, I have touched my passions ... and
have returned as a blissful, total pervert.
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