In my dream, I was by myself cleaning junk out of the garage. I moved some large boards that were piled up along the wall and was horrified to see the color pattern of what appeared to be a very large coral snake on the concrete. In my mind, that large snake had been laying under the boards for so long that the orange and yellow colors from its skin bled into the concrete and stained it. I was so scared that the snake might still be hanging around somewhere in the garage, that I quit cleaning, picked up my trimmers, and went outside to do some yard work.
I walked around to the backyard with intentions to trim my prized, tiny little thorn bush. In the real world, this was a much-cherished Mr. Lincoln rose that actually had a few blooms last year. It died over the winter – now it’s just ugly and dead – looks like a few sticks with giant thorns on them. In my dream, the thorn bush is much shorter and bushier with a lot more thorns than the real dead bush. The dream bush was circled with bricks so that Otis would not accidentally run the lawnmower over it. Much to my horror (again), there was a large yellow snake coiled up sleeping in the top of the thorn bush. I couldn’t see its head because it was tucked into its nasty coils. I backed away, and then woke up.
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