From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   The dreamer was simply moving along a passage, similar either to a hallway or   
   a residential city street (similar to the Brownstone apartments in NYC) when   
   two items were spotted along the ground, in close proximity, such as a mere   
   few feet (or yards, at    
   most) apart from each other.   
      
   The first observed thing was a slender snake, possibly of a coral type,   
   certainly banded (alternating sections of a darker, reddish color, along with   
   a lighter, possibly whitish or yellowish color) but the dreamer's attention   
   went to immediately taking    
   the snake from behind its skull, which is the safest way to pick up a snake   
   "when the moment strikes" (please pardon the pun) and shortly thereafter   
   spotted the second item, a plastic (possibly cloth?) type bag, about the size   
   of a reusable (vanity)    
   shopping bag, but more like the size used by Kroger's for online orders.    
   They're plastic, with handles built into the top-sides, and make GREAT trash   
   bags!   
      
   At any rate, the sack/bag from the ground had printed text on it, having   
   something to do with a radio contest (the 4 letters were noted, but instantly   
   forgotten, other than possibly something like W (it started with a W) K I X   
   and the premise that the    
   person who returns the snake to the station gets a (cash?) prize.  The prize   
   was interesting, but the dreamer was more concerned that the snake not come to   
   harm in the city-environment (with humans, dogs, cars, etc.) and figured that   
   there must (should!)    
   be people at the radio station who could properly care for the snake.  After   
   all, they appeared to be the folk responsible for the snake's having been   
   placed in the city to begin with, but now that I'm typing this, it's   
   questionable that if someone had    
   so little concern over a snake's life to put it out there, why should they be   
   trusted to care for it on its return?  Well, the Lord giveth, and the Lord   
   taketh away.  Regardless, that reasoning did not occur to the dreamer, and so   
   began the dreamer's    
   journey to return the bag with the snake inside.   
      
   A moment later in the dream, the dreamer realizes that somehow the bag had   
   been misplaced, quite possibly at a restaurant, and starts backtracking to   
   find the bag and the snake.  A tall (around 6'?) slender, waiter-type   
   (possibly manager?) guy with    
   blondish hair answers the dreamer's question ("Has anyone spotted a snake   
   anywhere around here?") by taking the dreamer to a restroom, where the snake   
   is seen lying within a toilet bowl of (clear) water.  The bag is not visible,   
   and there's a sense that    
   finding it would be questionable at best, so the dreamer reaches in and picks   
   up the snake (again, from behind the skull) and proceeds to resume the journey   
   toward the radio station.   
      
   During this part of the dream, the dreamer wonders as to the last time the   
   snake was fed, and notices that the snake has a decent bulge along its length,   
   possibly two, considering that NYC has more rats than people, it's reasonable   
   to assume that the    
   snake was well-fed / healthy.   
      
   Here is where the dream take something of a human-to-pet relationship:  the   
   dreamer (*possibly* female) actually feels "affection" for the snake (who   
   interestingly enough, has a countenance *similar* to mine, but let's just say   
   that the snake may be male)   
    and actually brushes the snake in a cheek-to-cheek motion.   
      
   At the radio station, the crew is generally happy (and slightly surprised) to   
   see someone has returned the snake.  I *think* the dreamer asked what breed of   
   snake it was, as a (male) member of the station commented on it being   
   *something* like a Peruvian    
   Boa Constrictor.  ("Boa" was about the only word I can remember after waking,   
   as this was *very* likely the consequence of having watched the Lemony   
   Snickets film (imdb.com/title/tt0339291) on DVR last night.)   
      
   Clarity 9, although the cheek-to-cheek feeling was 9+.   
      
   The other dream of mention, which likely occurred just before 5:30 AM,   
   involved the dreamer entering some type of local eaterie (not unlike City   
   Café in Murfreesboro) for what would be an early breakfast (well before 8 AM,   
   if time were ever relevant    
   within a dream.)  The dreamer felt as if this was prior to reporting to work   
   (which seemed LIKE my old office manager job at Automotive Service on NW Broad   
   Street) but in the next moment, the dreamer *awakens* within the dream *as if*   
   from a sudden,    
   unexpected nap from breakfast time.  As the dreamer is getting up to pay the   
   bill / leave, the late actor, Bob Crane (imdb.com/name/nm0186314) makes an   
   appearance within the dream, wearing the tan overcoat that his character,   
   "Col. Robert Hogan," wears    
   when doing scenes outside the POW camp (Stalag 13) such as when meeting   
   females in bars or taverns.  (IRL, he died very young, not too long after the   
   "Hogan's Heroes" series ended, which originally aired during the 1960s, before   
   I turned 10.)   
      
   However, the essence of the dream was not to highlight Hogan / Crane, or even   
   his coat (which has a history of its own!) but rather the role the character   
   played in the dream, that being the owner of the job the dreamer was supposed   
   to have been at (   
   assuming around 8 AM, possibly 7) but as the dreamer checked the large   
   (circular) clock on the wall, it appeared to be somewhere between 3:10 to 3:20   
   PM.  The apology for having been absent was sincere, yet somehow felt short of   
   being enough to cover the    
   absence from the job.  Bob reached out with his right hand to offer a   
   handshake, which the dreamer responded to, only the grip was NOT that of a   
   traditional handshake.  It was with fingers curled, much like the "handshake"   
   between railroad car couplings.    
    Dream ended.  Clarity 9+, as noting the clock on the wall seemed *very*   
   true-to-life, along with that horrible feeling of having overslept.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)