From: dicksilk@gmail.com   
      
   Got up this morning, just to watch the sun rise this Winter Solstice morning.    
   Will try to catch it again tomorrow morning, just to see if there's any   
   clearly obvious northward migration of the point of sunrise.   
      
   Meanwhile, last night, *IRL,* I was watching "Mystery at Blind Frog Ranch,"   
   which revealed the signs of a *massive* boa constrictor on the property (in   
   the middle of the state of Utah, USA, in the Uinta basin.)   
      
   The signs were all there, yet the main members (supposedly a real-life   
   documentary series, like "The Curse of Oak Island") were acting like total   
   idiots (at least, onscreen) with the exception of the leader of the gang, who   
   used the word "boa" and also    
   called in a genetics-type specialist to identify a fang found caught in the   
   carcass of an asphyxiated doe with a neck broken in multiple places.   
      
   Now here's what *is* unusual:  there are (theoretically) no boa constrictors   
   outside of the Florida / Louisiana type areas (where they've been thriving in   
   the bayou and everglades) *and YET* there are petroglyphs (*ancient* rock   
   drawings) that show a    
   giant snake.   
      
   But get this:  the drawing is *THOUSANDS* of years old (if not *OVER TEN*   
   thousand)!   
      
   At any rate, they've got a giant constrictor (possibly an anaconda?) on the   
   property, which *ought* to be identified in next week's episode.   
      
   So does this have anything to do with last night's dream sequences?  (Very   
   likely! yet *not necessarily!*)   
      
   The Snake(s):   
      
   The dreamer is aware of an ancient setting, like back when the pyramids were   
   being built (or *very recently completed*) in Egypt.  The dreamer is aware of   
   a freshly mummified Pharaoh just off in the darkness.   
      
   (If set on a stage, the dreamer's perspective was at front center edge of   
   stage, facing to the audience's left, aka "stage right," and the Pharaoh's   
   mummy was located about mid-stage, stage right as well, laying from center   
   stage to stage right, but    
   which end was the head or feet either was unclear or has evaporated, which I   
   think is more the case. It's *hard* to remember left-right orientation after   
   half a day has gone by, along with the dain bramage....)   
      
   Along comes a giant snake and swallows the mummy.  This was more "sensed" than   
   "observed":  Snake comes by, passes, mummy is gone.  Ergo:  snake swallowed   
   mummy.  Dream simply *ends*, *possibly* segues into the next dream:   
      
   The dreamer "picks up" on a bicycle, sort of a dirt-bike / rugged type that a   
   teen would likely pedal in rougher terrain, rather than one of those "simply   
   street" type, simpler design bikes.   
      
   The dreamer was peddling in soggy land, although not muddy, and even as the   
   dreamer applied somewhat stronger force to the feet / pedals, the energy flow   
   was to the back wheel, yet it was the *front* tire that was slipping on the   
   soggy ground.   
      
   Here's a somewhat interesting thing:  even though the bike was barely moving   
   forward (if any) the "narrative mind" of the dreamer was thinking *something*   
   like:  "No problem— as long as the gyroscopic motion is being maintained,   
   the bicycle will remain    
   upright."  (Like, if the pedals were turning, all was OK?  Seemed odd, but the   
   dreamer kept peddling.)   
      
   So as the bike seemed to come to a stopping point (even with the pedals   
   peddling) there seemed to be a whole new scenario:   
      
   The dreamer was in some place *similar* to a jungle, but more like an area   
   where some level of human habitation had cleared some of the area, similar as   
   to how a hobo camp in the woods will create a small clearing of its own.   
      
   The dreamer went upward into a home, similar to what it would be like if a   
   home had been built up within trees, yet of walls and flooring, even a   
   hallway, etc. (in other words, just like a modern home with walls, etc.)   
      
   The dreamer also noted a number of ("smaller") snakes, about 4'–6' in length   
   (or thereabouts) and with maybe an inch to 1½" body diameter.  The snakes all   
   appeared greenish in appearance (there were around 3 to 6 or more of them) and   
   they were hanging    
   down, as if from branches *near* the entrance to the home, as if the entrance   
   were a catwalk-type bridge that led into the home.  (Also, this was a mostly   
   "dark" scene as there was basically no sunlight getting in through the   
   overhead canopy of the    
   surrounding flora— jungle or everglades, it was *not* a wide-open prairie!)   
      
   Rather than be frightened or intimidated by the snakes, the dreamer simply   
   started grabbing them (one at a time) just behind the "head," then pulling   
   them downward and tossing them outward (so they'd fall to the ground.)   
      
   The dreamer then went *into* the house (abode, tree-house, whatever) and was   
   noting how cluttered everything was.  Sure, there was a clear walk/pathway   
   towards / into the hallway, but the main entrance way / living area (was there   
   even a kitchen?) was *   
   cluttered* with "stuff," not unlike the rubble seen after a tornado rips apart   
   a community, yet without the lumber— mainly just clothes and "items," like   
   what someone addicted to the home shopping network might buy every day just to   
   do something, then    
   clutter the home with the junk.  (And yet, I knew someone who was like that   
   once.  Rest in peace, Granny Thomson.)   
      
   As the dreamer was heading towards the hallway, at least two people came   
   towards the dreamer, being youthful folk, perhaps a married (or possibly   
   "mated") couple, male and female (Caucasian) and the dreamer was remarking to   
   them something along the lines    
   of an apology regarding the mess that the place was in, bordering on the   
   feeling of embarrassment, *similar to*: [I know it's a mess, and needs to be   
   cleaned up / straightened / organized, but it's home.]   
      
   This, however, was abruptly interrupted by the realization that the dreamer   
   felt barely clothed, as if wearing shorts that had fallen down and were in   
   need of pulling up.  The shorts were of *thin* material, similar to what a   
   tennis player might wear so    
   as to allow for freedom of motion yet also allow in all the coolness of the   
   atmosphere / vent the heat of the body.  So yes, the dreamer pulled up   
   (his/her) shorts.   
      
      
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