Snakes.

I had a very strange dream the other night. Of course it was strange. All my dreams are strange. It was Tuesday night, I remember because I was woke up from my dream in my nephew's bed, Im usually only there on Tuesdays. Anyways. My dream.
It supposedly took place in the woods behind my Grandma Campbell's cottage. Only in a dream world would there be countless boa constrictors and other large snakes in Ontario.
They were everywhere. The first one I saw was on the ground, in a very shallow river beside a tree. Then I noticed another one in another tree. I started looking around, and I was completely surrounded by very large snakes. It wasn't like they were threatening me. They were just there. Hanging out. As was I. I don't remember feeling scared in the dream. I think I was more amazed than anything. I was alone in the woods with hundreds of snakes everywhere. I just now remembered leaving the snakes, and going out on the lake in the paddle boat attached to the docks. I don't ever remember dreaming about snakes before.

I do crazy things in my sleep.

I feel sad.

When I woke this up this morning, I was very sad. I wanted to sign in and write in my blog..."I don't want to tell you about my dream last night...it was much to sad." But I didn't have time.

I was talking to my friend Maggie today about my dream. I told her what I had dreamt. She said that "Oh no. This is good. It is said that when you dream of your family member dying, it really means good luck for them. It means they will be healthy. This is what we say in China". So I don't know. But I still feel sad about my dream. I won't say who I dreamt was dying. That person may read this, and I wouldn't want to freak them out. But someone I love very much, and I don't want to ever die. But I know that one day, near or far, they will die. Because that's what people do. We die.

I told you I felt sad about my dream.

I can't remember much from my dream last night. I remember remembering more this morning. I'll try to write the blog first thing while the dreams are still fresh. The only thing I can remember is the image of myself sitting cross-legged on the floor in my little apartment, staring at tiny little floating caterpillars. Hundreds of them. Hundreds and hundreds of tiny white caterpillars, with beady black eyes. I'm sure you can guess, this dream must have been influenced by Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland that I saw this past Friday. Though Alice's caterpillar was blue, and there was only one of them. I just this moment remembered a feeling from the dream. I remember thinking, as I sat amongst all these tiny little floating caterpillars, "This is amazing. Mesmerizing. But disgusting. I really need to clean this place up after these caterpillars are gone".

I have the most vivid dreams of anyone I know. I don't get much rest while I sleep, as I'm travelling our world and other worlds; I've been through childbirth countless times; Ive been deep in foreign jungles; I've stood in the desert amidst a tribal war; I've been to The Arctic and to Antartica; I've climbed the Eiffel Tower with giant leaping frogs; I've been to the end of time, and to the beginning of time. I usually remember my dreams in great detail, though I can't always piece them together into sense. I can remember dreams I had as a child. I can fly, I can make decisions regarding the outcome of my dreams. And once, I even had the sense of touch and feel. My dreams are powerful and they move me. They are very fulfilling and often extremely frightening. I always feel compelled to share my journeys in slumber with someone, and so I've created this blog. A record of my journeys, past and present.