Dreams - The Snake Dancers
In house (unknown) with people (unknown).
“Lady” gets call on cell. She is told, “They are coming in, so she might was well let them in, otherwise they will just break in. She lets them in.
Group of painted up people come dancing and parading through the door. They go right past us through a door to the basement.
In the basement, they dance around a circle. One of them goes to the middle. He is on a stake. They toss something on him and he burst into flames. His belly appears to be melting, or swelling. Pregnant?
We are all suddenly back upstairs in the original room.
Can’t remember what happens for a short time.
Eventually the intruders all parade back out the door to the outside. We are all relieved they have left.
I go to the door and lock it, but something strikes my hand through the door. Suddenly the line of people flash back and forth between their human forms and a single huge horned serpent colored as they had been painted.
I wake up. Scared. Still feel a pain in my hand as if I had been bit or stung by something. I think something must have bit me while I was asleep but look at my hand and find no marks.
I realize I’m not totally awake. I’m still seeing the images of the intruders flashed between human and serpent form. I’m told…hear…sense…that I’ve been “marked” by “the beast”. I was apparently marked because I tried to lock the door.
I began visualizing white, bright, positive thought forms, in the hope of driving the intruders from my mind. As I do, the symbolic images of the intruders in both their human and serpent forms began to change to a new set of white symbols. They continue to fight me. The images in my mind…in front of my sleeping eyes…alternate back and forth between the white symbols and those of the original human/serpent intruders. This continues until I finally wake up.
As a wake I hear a noise on the other side of the room. It sounds like someone is near the bedroom door. I look but see nothing. Still I feel it there. Then I realize that the sound I heard was Ashley making a grunting sound in her sleep…apparently dreaming.
Still scared, I fall back to sleep.
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She didn’t think she was going to be able to buy it for me after our little mix-up with the cellphone charges during my trip to Washington. I’m glad she was though because the look on her face when she thought she wouldn’t be able to…it was so pitiful. Luckily the money has been rolling in lately.
Misty, is the official spiritual protector and bug eater of our little home. 
Misty, or Kitty as she is more commonly referred to, is the first and only cat I’ve ever seen play fetch. Toss one of her toys across the room…she’ll stalk it down, attack it and bring it back for another round. That’s playing fetch in my book. 
specific circumstances. She needs water or food…it’s a long low monotone word. Annoy her and it’s a short low meow. Forget to open the window shade for her and she’ll give you a high-pitched, “Open!” Tell her to get out of a room she isn’t supposed to be in and she backs up to a sitting position just outside the doorway, while letting you know, “mew mew mew meow!” Tell her she can’t get on the couch while you’re eating and she waits patiently (most of the time) until you’re done, then asks in a high pitched questioning tone, “Maw?” I swear she speaks. 
It’s not a tree…it’s an idea.
Halloween 2004! Zowie!! Ash, Ali and I as Thelma, Daphne and Shaggy.
