Last night I had a bizarre dream—like all dreams aren't bizarre. Anyway, I was trying to walk through my front yard, but there were snakes everywhere—usually hidden in the grass but some were closer to the top and could be easily seen. Most of them weren't poisonous, but a few might have been. I wasn't sure. Most of the snakes didn't seem to realize I was even there. But I wasn't going to make a lot of noise to alert them.
I walked through most of them unscathed, but at one point, one particular snake sprang toward me and tried to bite me. But I, being scared out of my wits the adversary that I am, was able to barely deftly avoid his bite. He slithered on by, and I felt relieved victorious. I woke up shortly after that encounter thinking, "Thank God, it was a dream."
So what does my "snakes in the grass" dream mean? I have a few ideas, but I need to think about it. I avoided them. But they are there—lying in wait.
I worked out this morning, despite the humidity. I'm still keeping the food journal. So all is well as of this writing.
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