Rattlesnake Dreams

Waking with a start, I immediately stare at my right hand. The spot just above the thumb joint at the curve to the fingers is BURNING. Burning all the way to my wrist. Burning with the venom of a rattle snake that just nipped me six or seven times in that spot.

OMG!

A rattlesnake that nips. Venom that burns. This should clue you in to the weirdness of the dream, played out in living color detail, both equal parts horrifying, and bizarre.

The star player of this nightmare – a rattlesnake.

Truthfully, he didn’t start out as the bad guy. In the beginning of the dream, he is sleeping peacefully coiled in a basket on the bar. Someone with me (not sure who) decides to pick it up. So, he grabs at it (yes HE) and was immediately struck down. I, in my dream, as some kind of fearless snake whisperer, went for the snake in order to protect my nameless, faceless idiot-who-pisses-off-sleeping-rattlesnakes friend from death.

We danced.

I swerved.

He dodged.

The snake and I faced off in the arena like The Hunger Games.

I had moves like Jagger, but in the end?

He is a rattlesnake.

And this rattlesnake wraps itself around my arm sinking its fangs, ever so gently, into the soft skin of my hand over and over.

Like a vampire’s love bite.

And it BURNED.

I’m not sure what happened to the snake after that, maybe I blacked out, and it slithered away. Regardless, it was no where in sight, and I staggered around the bar stools holding my injured arm in need of immediate medical attention. It just so happens a doctor/nurse is on standby (at the bar?) with a handy antidote for deadly venom.

Yay!

I waited while they prepped and opened all the medical stuff like they do. The waiting was a killer (heh)…. my fear began quickly rising, almost as fast as my hand grew terribly numb. Then the doc/nurse started to cut, with tiny little scissors, all the places between the fang marks (WTH?!). I am assuming to get more access to the venom? To keep it from spreading?

I don’t know.

All I know is the evil nurse/doctor turns to me with big smile plastered on her face as she laughingly tells me. They had NO idea the snake bit me SO MANY times, because, really? There just isn’t enough venom antidote to fix it.

THAT is when my eyes open to the hand that burns. Which is totally fine, and completely unmarked, but still very numb.

Rattlesnake – ONE
My hero dream self – ZERO

WEIRDEST. DREAM. EVER.

Apparently if you dream of rattlesnakes, and specifically getting bitten by rattlesnakes, you are awakening to something inside yourself that needs attention. I don’t know how true all the stuff about dream interpretation is, but I found it very interesting. Then, I found some incredible photos my husband took of one at the San Diego Zoo last summer (awesome job honey!).

Do you have dreams like this? What is the weirdest thing you have ever dreamed about?

A Capture of Me

Mama’s Losin’ It
4.) Share a photo that was taken of you, that you think really captures who you are.

This week we were asked to share a photo that really captures who we are. And what could be a better capture than a photo taken by a photographer? A photo taken just last week on an impromptu photo walk in Fort Worth.

As a person, I feel like I am constantly changing. Usually, my life changes are shaped by my current obsession. This current obsession is photography. I would live, breathe, and eat photography if I could.

Unfortunately, I can’t. Not right now. I have a “main” job that keeps me very, very busy with very little time to have fun. But I try. Oh how I try to keep the sparks and dreams alive of being the best photographer I can be.

I love these captures because, I am doing what I love to do.

Exploring through the lens….

Shooting….

And laughing.

Of course, I am many other things; Mom, Step-Mom, wife, and friend. I love all the things I am, but truly, being a photographer is a reward far beyond what I ever imagined.

Explore. Dream. Discover.

Big Bear Lake, California

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

– Mark Twain, American writer

I’m off to my race adventure in the morning. Yes, Joshua, the Jiggle Butt Run.

The forecast is a sunny 50 degrees. Yessss!

I’ll be back tomorrow with an account on how the official 3.1 miles went, but I am not nervous or concerned.

These are my dreams to discover and explore and do.

Thank-you for all your well-wishes and cheers on the previous post. It truly means the world to me. I thank you from the depths of my heart.

Have a wonderful Saturday!

Next Stop Childhood

What is it about a train set that brings about a little bounce?

A tiny squeal over the intricate details.

The loving touch of design with a dash whimsey.

Bridges, crossings, and turns.

The conductor blows a horn.

A mission of delivery or pick-up.

The chugging of the engine.

The rat-tat-tat of the train track as it clicks by.

The wonders of the mind that plays.

So that we can play too.

And live vicariously on a trek to a faraway land.

If only, we can be still, and imagine.

We hear the whistle blow.

    So, like a forgotten fire, a childhood can always flare up again within us. ~Gaston Bachelard

© Angelia’s Photography – Model Train Set – Clark Gardens, Weatherford, Texas.