Friday, April 09, 2004

A Few Notes on a dream. Isn't that what Blogs are for? :)

Dreamed about bayou's again. Bridget and I were in dress clothes and had stopped to look at some swampy area, must have been Lake Arther, LA. I could smell it, hear it, and in the dream was thinking that I missed it, snakes and alligators and all. Of course, there was an old, creaky set of warf boards and pilings. I was stepping across them and boards were old, rotten. Some were not much more than piles of old boards bowed down and dipping almost into the water. Precarious, but I wasn't worried. I could see that the water was only a few inches deep there, with coffee colored mud, snakes and turtles. So as I was standing there in my suit, at the end of this old creaky warf, thinking about the old houseboat or cajun boathouse or cabin that used to be there (no place real that I know of in my waking memories); I noticed a big old grandaddy of an alligator was snoozing under the part of the warf I had just walked over that had dipped down. He wasn't snoozing any longer and the boards had shifted and moved and were falling. I ran over the boards and as any number of tv and movie characters have done used the old gator as a stepping stone to get to the higher part of the old dock and to higher ground. Unlike a movie though, the gator just went and found a less bothersome resting place.

Don't know why I dream things like that. Challenges, never afraid, regardless of what they are about I don't consider them nightmares.

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